by Dirk Johnson | Apr 4, 2019 | Narrative Sketch, Rhosonny
“No tools? Can’t help you.” It looked hopeless.
He was already in the 40’s. Pearl, Worth,
Broadway, Franklin, Broome, Bleeker, Jane,
Somewhere in the West 20s, then around the block
From the Empire State, then 39th off Park
by Dirk Johnson | Jan 17, 2019 | Scholarship
I am going to announce tonight a very interesting discovery of a manuscript. It is the discovery of a new ancient epic poem by no less a person than the great poet, musician, and philosopher of the first century of the …
by Dirk Johnson | Nov 21, 2018 | Dharma Poem, Poem
OM AH HUNG
Completely free, serene lama,
From the Essence, grant me confidence in the View,
From the Nature, grant me perfection in meditation,
by Dirk Johnson | Jan 12, 2018 | Poem
If you don’t know now, did you ever know?
If you remember, did you ever not know?
Did the same you remember and forget?
How many? One moment?