THE TRAIN TO PHILLY(or, The One that Got Away)

So, you're in your car waiting for the crossing guard to go up. But instead of seeing a train, you see some guy running down the tracks. That was me. Click "Read more!" to find out why.

Hatsu hana (The first blossoms)

This is a simple haiku that I wrote to my then future wife on her birthday. She was in Japan visiting her parents while I was stuck at home in California.

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Thee

This is another poem that I wrote to my then future wife on her birthday. She was in Japan visiting her parents while I was stuck at home in California.