Tuesday, September 29, 2015


Memory pulls the past into the present.  Pomegranates are seasonal now.  The one pictured here is clearly not from the new crop.  Dried, smaller, lighter, but ripe & dense with beauty.  And memory. On to the eggplants.  These globe eggplants are personal size just right for baking & stuffing.  All this, time-tangled reminiscent to me of writing poetry.  Memory contains & words celebrate the ripe.
And where the ripe is, the seasonal resides.  Until...

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  1. Train...continued)

    A fighter digs into his sorry soup
    the trumpeter pretends to carry his tune--
    hey here is our stop- get off and soldier on
    A lighter note plays in the waiting room.