Bars, bees & hunger

Space between bars are like open windows to a bee.  Seems a slim meal but sometimes it's what you don't see --

herbs in a sauce; all the words removed from a line of poetry.

Absence is a conveyance for lushness. What is our bee sipping on?

Agastache Kudos Mandarin.  A perennial hyssop.  Honey-mint-scented plumes. Pinkish orange.  What's not to love? What's not to be smitten by?  

Sometimes a face, sometimes a fan

The color pink & rosy with a stroke of red and the hue of loam to ground.  Who shall we call her?  How does she spin?  How does she turn a salad into a poem?

Ears bending to conversation

Eavesdropping is a critical skill to hone.  Listening-in is especially useful in cooking & in the creating of diminutive poems.

The slant of shadow & the stories they wish you to hear

Mute the color & still the vibrant, rainbow-hued stories are there.  Don't ever think otherwise.
Although most times thinking otherwise is a good thing.  By the way, what's a non-thing?
An additional "by the way," even in a b/w or sepia photo of food, the imagination is so hungry colors
vibrant & subtle appear.  Silence does this to poetry, you know.  But of course. And should you step on a shadow, nothing is broken; nothing cracked.  

Tutus: organic & otherwise

kodiak wearing a classical tutu designed by Carmencito L.

For the record, a peony is the matriarch of tutus.  Speaking of tutus, there are two types:  Romantic & classical.  The one above is classical -- short, stiff material and extended horizontally at the waist.  (The Romantic can reach ankle-bone & is made of softer more flowing material).  Right now, I'm thinking of raspberries.  Right now, I'm wondering what haiku lurks under the tutu.  Oh, tut-tut.

Sunflower as a verb

When light & shadows are spun, you can find yourself in a state of sun-flowering!  It's as simple as a wooden spoon stirring soup.  A pen unloading Pandora's box of gestures.  See, I know you'd understand.

Monumental beauty & the properties of willow

also known as sallows or osiers.  Soft, pliant, tough wood.  A strong, vibrant life-force.  And here in Walnut Creek, CA ten tons of willow imported from Vermont by commissioned artist Patrick Dougherty.  (http://www.bedfordgallery.org/public-art/collection/patrick-dougherty).  A must see.  Like a meal with friends and conversation robust yet intimate.  Like a new notebook with first gestures -- bold, skyward & deep into the earth.  And always as with poems, meals or sculpture -- a window to see in, to see out.