Friday, January 20, 2017

The next poem

is in the hands of the folks we love

in the food shared


No doubt about it, sky is the communal canvas.  And yesterday's rainbow, today's communal promise.  Let us be creative.  Bend when necessary; don't snap.  And always spiral up for the next meal, the next poem.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

From the thread of red

Coral maples --the labels says.
So like a meal, a poem, a canvas -- light, color.  Space. Spoon and pen celebrate.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Red glasses

What if every time she puts on her red glasses with the multi-colored sides, she invites a prose poem to splash across the page?  Will the spoon take offense?

Friday, December 30, 2016

Love for this New Year

a plate of words
a platter of persimmons


& for the New Year -- food & words aplenty


There is nothing 
singular about living
& there are textures 
in the air, in the soil
& in the words
in the foods 
we eat.