Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Have you ever seen rabbits this still?


There they are -- twins -- in the lower right corner (above). Still as metal. And what are they gazing upon? White bearded irises with a light as if cast by moon. Otherworldly, dream-scape. A quiet hunger.  Because bearded irises are rhizomes and edible rhizomes are miraculous -- ginger, turmeric, lotus.  All three of those words are petite poems waiting to be eaten.


Saturday, April 8, 2017

When what you dream of is right in front of you


Lilacs -- the showy ones with heady perfume -- are the flowers of my childhood.  Magic so far up
almost (almost) out of reach.  And yet a few inches south of the stars.  Like flowers, food conjures up tasty memories.  If nothing else, memory is palpable, fragrant.  Embodied.  Like words high up or low-down on a page.  Can't you just pluck them, smell them?  Syllable by palpable syllable.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The dream wishes entry

into the maples.
We've been here
before.  A plate
-- simple as can be --
wishes to welcome
a meal.  Paper --
full of emptiness --
woos words.
And the dream
dreams of
flowing
through
that portal
of maples.



Monday, April 3, 2017

Light persists




One moment on firm ground; the next underwater but light persists.  Light fires up and illuminates what it touches.  Apply this to cooking: if light were lemons, it would brighten the water.  Now apply this to a poem which is flirting with a watercolor.  How tricky to capture water in a watercolor, a poem or a poem about a watercolor.  Tricky capturing flirting in general or in the particulars.



Thursday, March 30, 2017

The magic of shadow



and how to reflect upon it.  Similar to talking about food while eating.  Or reading a poem to get started to write a poem.  To look at a night sky and be pulled into the stars.  To look at the line of landscape and notice shadows.  Thinking about stillness in all things.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

What do reading, writing, walking, cooking have in common?


every thing
and everything

Always something more to be said


"More to be said" is an act of revisiting.  This image -- a year old at least -- I'd call it "clarity up in the clouds. Or writing in the sky. Or a plate's long wait for great tomatoes." Your choice.  I've made mine -- to revisit breakfast.