Monday, January 20, 2020
faces are everywhere. It's the very nature of living -- things & ideas. Ah, those eyebrows tufts, wouldn't they win over the heart of ice. Speaking of ice, do you know how to make persimmon ice?
Speaking of heart, do you know the best way to edit an haiku?
Sunday, January 19, 2020
Saturday, January 18, 2020
persimmons will soon be unavailable
except as memory
which is an excellent fall-back plan
as is anticipation
I'm gearing-up for asparagus
& any poem
and I'm running toward what feeds me. Sometimes, persimmons are the thing itself. But don't you think a persimmon is also a dandy word. While I'm at the Bancroft Succulent Gardens, it's the image of that persimmon tree in winter with a few pieces of remaining fruit, beyond reach that touches me. I'm sure birds are grateful they have wings.
Sunday, December 29, 2019
The end of the year signals the beginning of the next and almost always involves a window. Liquid art. What frames intentions better than a window. If you be lucky, a cat, too. Also, a piece of proper toast with olive oil will do nicely and coordinates well with any poem which may appear. Ring a bell for good measure.
Friday, December 27, 2019
No gesture can quite capture (nor should it) a center. Nor what flows from it. Mystery is just this
-- small as a sky, large as a pebble, and the source of each haiku. Think of this tonight, as you pour your best friend a glass of wine.