Saturday, July 11, 2020

Dry and parched

Opportunity to slow down & wait to see the next great living, start.  A bud, a new shoot, a baby quail, a lizard.  Perhaps, even a sunflower seed (although they are never singular).  This litany is long & wide -- thank goodness.   Let's celebrate anything and everything in the farmers market.  

Monday, July 6, 2020

Trees in bloom & sunlight

and you are treated to calligraphy.  Don't be stymied by the red line.  Think of it as a border in a notebook that can be crossed anytime, by any word.  Reminds me of salad burnet in b/w.  Just learned salad burnet is also called burnet bloodwort.  Well, there's the tie-in with the red line, wouldn't you say? 

Monday, June 29, 2020

A large glass plate

is a wondrous thing.  This isn't that yet memory is a great creator, inventor.  So, we have a big, beautiful plate on which to place...what?  Nothing but the plate itself.  Complete.  Complete as in perfect.  Lovely.  Yes. 

Sunday, June 28, 2020

The trees are beginning to look like sails

in the company
of fish scales.
there is an eye
to all of this.
And something/
made the swirling
happen.  No doubt,
of some

Saturday, June 27, 2020

The bird always appears at this precise moment.

A dream has its own watch.
A spoon, its own rhythm.
A circle is nothing more
nothing less.  Remember this,
the next time you go 
with no agenda
other than your feet
& your heart. 
there are birds
at eye level --
that may be. 

Friday, June 26, 2020

Magical kingdoms

Close to home.
At home. 
In the home.
Home is love
with a roof
& a refrigerator
with food
& bookshelves
A well-used
wooden spoon
to stir-up
some magic. 

Wednesday, June 17, 2020


for the gesture
to be finished
waiting for
the eggs
to scramble
waiting for
a poem
to appear
across the page
a furtive
waiting for