Sunday, February 25, 2018

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

A window sees through a cabbage

This is not a dream although it has the feel of memory.  Perhaps, it is the vegetal which looks through the window to find something misplaced.  Nothing is lost, really.  Neither word nor spoon.

Ocean as yarn

and what tales the ocean can tell.  These are water's roots --powerful dream-agents and they go deep.  Reminds me of engaging in a meal where food & conversation commingle.  Where conversation goes deep or skips on the surface but is not trivial.  Or paper where the words shimmer, sometimes are lucid yet dreamy.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018


But what is this gizmo?  Sometimes, function is foremost. Sometimes not.  That conversation is at the forefront of all cuisines as well as any poem.  Perhaps, grandmother was right when she said a pen is the gizmo and your intentions are gears which make a poem spin.  Do you agree?


and plush as space luxuriates in color & texture.   Reminds me of pomegranate seeds on a bed of spinach (with other edible goodies).  Reminds me of the line break you can hear, you can stroke.

Monday, February 19, 2018

Spring is the bursting-time

bursting forth with a great name, "Edgeworthia Chrysantha."  Also known as Paper Bush.  Makes we want to pick up a pen, grab some paper and let the verbs burst forth.  Edgeworthia reminds me that eggs make a lovely lunch.  Yolks beguile.