Wednesday, October 17, 2018
and only the surface is seen. Dazzling rays & haze commingle. Behind every ray, there is a tree. Behind every tree, a story looms. The stars are grateful for your admiration. And gratitude is the impetus for any meal shared, for any poem prompted by a friend.
Tuesday, October 9, 2018
there are two centers and each whole & complete? How does that change the next sentence you will write? The next, you will read? How does it change the taste of the next and probably last fig you will eat for many, many months? There is marvel and there is sadness in the cosmos.
Saturday, October 6, 2018
Tuesday, September 11, 2018
Moving at such speed, we would fall over if we were aware of the influence on us. But we do our balance/unbalance act of walking until we do reach a match, a lamppost, a cheap lighter. And why is this talking to me this morning? Because the light is dramatically beautiful and the shaggy eucalyptus are glowing. It's time for tomatoes & arugula. Time to hear a friend read her poems.