I listen to Chopin because I like to hear the missing keys of the piano.

Buddhism may help me with my guilt but not with my rage that is replete with my ancestor’s violence.

He has a stare. The rage is to his left. He mistakes it for emptiness.

The scent of no smell that leaves a trace of heat and cold.

The swastika appropriated by the Nazi regime in a print.

“I went to a snow viewing party.”-Basho

The condos, townhouses, and apartment complexes fell like snow.

All the rage shrub at the botanical garden.

Dole plantation in Honolulu. The mountain ridge on the plantation is a high cheekbone.

Hawaii is the only state that produces coffee.

Acknowledgment: these thoughts and versions appeared from the

space in between.

I am indebted to my mind that has no center.