Tuesday, December 18, 2018
Monday, December 17, 2018
With a little help from an iPhone app, of course.
Doesn't the kitchen get help (or magic) from salt & herbs?
Doesn't a line of poem become, because of the appearance of a crow?
Or the gathering of stones?
Or a walk in a succulent garden?
Less than a week to Winter Solstice -- imagine that!
Saturday, December 15, 2018
The same can be said of spiny succulents. All milky and prickly. The same can be said of artichoke tips and yet how soft & sensual their hearts. Certain words are like that, too. Visually strident with armor that protects the soft belly. And as we have agreed before, each word can be a petite poem. Think of it as a tasty tidbit.
Thursday, November 29, 2018
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
Don't know but the unable-to-name intrigues pushes me toward a center -- familiar & unfamiliar. Both ancient & contemporary. Like words, colors are doors & windows. What am I opening? What, closing? In which direction will the wind blow?