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According to Bunnies

Photograph by Paul Hsu According to Bunnies Run, jump, hopscotch, dash In and out of brush. Play off and on dirt paths According to bunnies. Run, jump, hopscotch, dash In and out of brush. According to bunnies Nuzzle, nestle, nap. by Paul Hsu 6-28-15

At Sushi Ave

Photographs by Paul Hsu At Sushi Ave Grandpa treats us to the crisp tenderness of tasty shrimp and veggie tempura. As our ramen noodle soups simmer down we click our chopsticks as if to say grace permeates the sights, smells, sounds, and tastes of place. by Paul Hsu 6/24-25/15

A Brush with Bunny Trails

Photograph by Paul Hsu A Brush with Bunny Trails Off the mainstream trail we spot a cottontail searching in the shadows for some significance in between hops and scotch deep down the rabbit hole. by Paul Hsu 6-22-15

Ode to Magic Wands

Photograph by Paul Hsu Ode to Magic Wands You catch my thought bubble meaning we make pop art. by Paul Hsu 6/17-18/15

Train Station

  Photographs by Paul Hsu Train Station It is a beautiful April today Let us just wait awhile for the whistle to signal in the beginning and at the end of our journey from first flower to final flower petals open and close behind our eyes It is written we compose trains of thought riding between daydreams and night visions by Paul Hsu 6-13-15

Istanbul, You Were Once Constantinople

Photograph by Paul Hsu Istanbul, You Were Once Constantinople 1. In the basilica of Hagia Sophia I remain silent like Paul as I round tall chambers and halls. Footfalls profound on holy ground. 2. I sail to Byzantium a country before amen. 3. Byzantium ancient beauty classical city by the sea backstreets crossroads of poetry encounters art faith mystery. 4. On the seashore of the Marmara Sea I walk on marble waves pray on my knees. 5. When I turn toward Turkey I speak of great beauty of the gray-eyed lady at the pharmacy You touch me heal me. by Paul Hsu 6/10-11/15

To My People of Swing

Photograph by Paul Hsu To My People of Swing Let us swing for what rests by the way just beyond the fences and thus bring love light home safe as sound as silence as children our laughter fears and tears resounding on playground. by Paul Hsu 6-1-15