Tell Myles I sent you

I was staying at the Adelaide hostel in Isadore Duncan Lane , San Francisco. A fellow I met there said, ‘ let’s have a drink down near the Tenderloin District, famous in the old days for its butcher ways. In a bar as dark as midnight the owner said, ‘go down to Green Street to […]

Shakyamuni and the rabbit

A melon rose sits regally alongside Shakyamuni Buddha. A black spider sits by the window. Should I stamp out this beings life for some unknown fear that rises within me? Outside I can hear birds and my alarm clock. I long for sleep and solitude. At the bus stop a young Rasta haired man talks […]