Tuesday, January 12, 2021

A perspective on absence

Absence doesn't exist.  So what are you seeing? Absence is like an empty bowl, neither of them are.
Absence is like an unwritten poem:  both of them palpable.
 

Wednesday, December 30, 2020

Pensive, regal, impish





all three of our dear friends have taken up residence in the cosmos.  As this year ends and the new begins, Dumbledore, Sweetie and haiku are remembered.  They have always had the last word in Lauren's and my heart. 

Bumbershoot




An organic & perhaps edible bumbershoot.  2020 has been a year when we needed bumbershoots daily so the toxic fallout harmed us less.  Perhaps, 2021 will be the year we need bumbershoots because rain is judiciously falling upon all.  Just a thought.  Just an intention.  Just a prayer.  
 

Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Neighbors



This little charmer is my neighbor, Mao.  Playful, affectionate & full of kitty Meshuga.  Deliciously curious. Trills, too. One of the highlights of 2020 was caring for Mao for a week while Marianne travelled.  Cats are kinetic poems for sure as sure as I was filled by tender memories of Dumbledore, Sweetie and precious haiku who was/is the imp-extraordinaire.  

Alone but not lonely


During this pandemic it's about separate yet together.  Trees are miraculous.  I think of trees as that liminal space between sky & ground.  A canopy for creative spirits. When a tree shakes its leaves, I am showered with petite poems. By the way,  I think of Zoom as a tree, do you?
Speaking of miraculous, I think of hands as the first spoon.

Friday, December 25, 2020

Drawing meaning

How do you write with an alphabet unknown to you?  Can you coax meaning from a sidewalk?  From canvas?  From paper?  Is the kitchen a fluid alphabet awaiting knife & spoon?  Grab me some carrots will ya.  Salad or poem -- what's the difference?

 

Saturday, December 19, 2020

The longest catnap imaginable


what shall we name her
what shall she name us?
if I didn't know the word
for persimmon, would I be
so smitten by the Fuyu
if the word haiku were unknown
would I love short verse
would my fingers not know
how to pet my cosmic cat?