
In November of 1998, I joined a team of Boulderites who traveled to Yamagata, Japan, to participate in a trade fair that represented the arts, crafts and foods of Boulder, Colorado. I participated by selling landscape t-shirts and pen-and-ink greeting cards. I was hosted by two different families while in Yamagata, and then traveled on for another week by myself. This whirlwind two-week tour was an inspiring journey for me, and I sketched whenever I had a chance.
flying to Tokyo
my eyes are red and bloodshot
early morning sun
landing in L.A.
sixty-three degrees with smog
I'm full of coffee

shadow of the plane
in the ocean far below
hungry for some food

selling shirts is hard
when I can't speak a word of
Japanese language




soba delights me
the other thing I just ate
was sea-urchin eggs


pillow filled with rice
deep tub filled with water
I am going to bed

where Basho once wrote
Temples of Yamadera
I draw in the sun



eight-fifteen a.m.
is when the clocks stopped working
in Hiroshima

deer stand on the path
in Miyajima Island
waiting for some food
everything is wrapped
and placed in a plastic bag
where does it all go?
climbing Mt. Misen
I mumble "konichi-wa"
to people passing by

sketching Kintaikyo
a leaf falls on my paper
people passing by

coming round the bend
finding another temple
drivers in traffic

if I try to squeeze
my banjo behind that seat
maybe they'll get by