Thursday, May 18, 2017
because tomorrow our local farmers market opens for the season. And I mean local -- as in walkable unless seasonal purchases too heavy with bounty. Life can be sweet, can be healthy, can be non-toxic. And life unfolds as roots dictate. Soil -- believe in it. Believe in the roots of words. Love your Latin.
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
and a star appears. A carrot-top based chimichurri. Perfect when the carrot greens shout "FRESH." And always, always good olive oil. Have you noticed when a verb, a noun and a few of their friends show up on a page, a hue-ful poem might be ready to be served. Might be ready to be savored.
Saturday, May 13, 2017
in more than one way. Actually -- a succulent remade most luscious by the spin of color & chance. And water's magic mirror. Is that a byproduct of editing? Or the processing of pairing tasty leftovers?
From the sliding door window, looking toward Mt Diablo. If I were an eagle soaring, I would zoom in on the Mariposa Lily (or butterfly tulips). Those showy Calochortus. Three blood spots in the shape of hearts. The winged feasts on beauty.
Which words are eagle-like? Which like Mariposa lilies? What beauty shall I taste today?
The unexpected backdrop -- whether the time of day and the ensuing sky or a marimba as couch. Think of bright-hued peppers in a salad of predominate green. Or words which surprise across pristine white sheets. You get the idea. Perhaps, resting is more active than the eye takes in. Is the I ever at rest? Oops, did I mean "eye?"
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
isn't. Not yet in the editing phase. More like a salad being composed and the final touches yet undiscovered. In the doing, a poem like salad gets done. Gets served. Here the writing is on the inside of an eyelid -- sparks of light and luscious comforting graphite. Trust me, on the plate (not shown) there will be hue-vibrant tomatoes & yellow peppers. Perhaps, pea shoots.