On Not Understanding What the Clerk Asked Me at 7-Eleven

It’s hard to believe that my son, M, has lived in Taiwan for 10 years. When he hopped off the Continue reading →

A Riddle

  I am ocean spiral of ineffable incense reflection of comets on Sun Moon Lake bridge across the infinite chasm Continue reading →

To Squat or Not is a Process of Elimination

The Raifang Station chamber of stalls is a gallery of latrine-ic icons on doors inviting one to chose between Western Continue reading →

Alishan

阿里山 Alishan Ascending the cold mountain by train at an angle defying 4 am logic on a morning unblinged by Continue reading →

On the Way to Nangang

Although my knees were wracked with issues that morning, I ambled along Fude Street with a sack of journals, pens, Continue reading →

Burnt Offerings

In the afterlife you might want consider being a ghost in the prosperous Da’an or Great Peace District of Taipei Continue reading →

Morning Song

My muse is not a monkish heron meditating by moonlight like Amituofo Buddha of Boundless Light. She likes to sing Continue reading →

Poet Emily Dickinson Reflects on the Lanes and Alleys of Taipei

How public – those concrete paths – punctuated with rows of metal doors – potted plants – pink trousers and Continue reading →