Friday, January 31, 2014


As in fresh tuna with soy sauce & sesame & onion & scallions & lettuce leaves to nestle as bowl.   Get the best sashimi-grade tuna and try at home.  Better yet, get a friend to make it.

So, what of poetry?  I'm thinking, what are oiled poems?  Not in covered in petroleum sludge.  No more like a dipping olive oil.  Sometimes buttery.  Sometimes grassy.  Always welcomed.  A light touch; not much needed.  Sometimes a light touch of sesame oil is pure inspiration & necessity.

1 comment:

  1. 4 o'clock sun
    gothic domes
    the awful stucco remains
    reference materials
    all the toys a girl could want
    luma inks
    starched shirts
    keeping it dappled
    perfect design
    her terrific ways

    time is a graph no one can escape

    "News" SF, '86