Tuesday, October 25, 2016

The eye of fall

I haven't been living in a Fall environment for decades.  Just 21 miles north west of San Francisco and now fall is evident.

 And here's what I imagine is the eye of fall:

What food and which line of a poem capture the dramatic falling of Fall?

Monday, October 24, 2016


Wonder comes at you in any direction.
Toasted bagel with goat cheese, pepper & persimmon is perhaps a bit of a sideways breakfast.
Later a truly sideways poem written for a friend.


are the seasons and geography determines the number.  Here in the Bay Area, Fall is unmistakable -- an uplift in the air, a switch of light, a downturn of leaves.  A time for sitting.  A time for remembering those who have fallen.  A time to celebrate the return of persimmons.  Is there such a thing as a rounded precipice?  Is so, it's undeniably Fall.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016


from a woodpecker's point of view.  Or shall we say, a point of necessity? Acorns are like words -- a perfect food and like paper don't fall far from its tree.  A beloved system of storing and retrieving.
Natural fodder, too.

Monday, October 17, 2016

Language is the ground we walk upon and

the written language of bird is complicated and, unlike English, highly inflected.  Like poetry, bird language is spoken inside as well as out.  With both poetry and bird language, food is actively discussed.  Debated.

Friday, September 30, 2016

Lucky 9/30/16

F.O.H?  Friends of haiku.  The precocious & gorgeous kitty is 13 years old today.  I'm the lucky one and we're celebrating with gifts aplenty for haiku.  Imagine his happiness with a new older brother (Dumbledore) and a younger sister who wears her pink heart on her collar (Sweetie).  Also, one spanking-new bungee-mouse.  The latter is his all-time favorite "toy."  Of course, treats aplenty.  And here's the birthday boy --


Even peeling bark flapping in a mild breeze is a canticle waiting to be sung as the someone you love is in the kitchen cooking.