Friday, December 30, 2016

Love for this New Year

a plate of words
a platter of persimmons


& for the New Year -- food & words aplenty


There is nothing 
singular about living
& there are textures 
in the air, in the soil
& in the words
in the foods 
we eat.

Thursday, December 29, 2016


She is everywhere.  She is in every thing, every word, every stem.  She is light.  She is dark. 

The beautiful otherwordly

A wild turkey is quite the sight.  A prehistoric head on a bounty of gorgeous feathers.  A cry to shatter silence for all time.  A ungainly dance.  No epics written inspired by turkeys.  Quite the meal, though.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016


a city composed of persimmons.
How often I have imagined
a poem composed of persimmons.


Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Inner thoughts

Winter Solstice week is a perfect time to consider the inner thoughts of thinking.  Buds are fine starting point.  Amaryllis, in particular.

Silence is the active intention for the next sentence. For the next meal to be assembled.  The candle lit.


a drift
of snow
on stem

how will you
its fragrance?

how will
those words
inspire dinner?

Monday, December 26, 2016

From a plate of petals

 Don't forget the candle.  Never forget the light.  Without light, there is no dark. Bulbs need the dark.  Poems are the dance between light (paper) and dark (ink) and always, always inspire the meal.

Unlikely forest

What life force.  Unruly.  Uppity.
No longer a meal except to itself.
Can you feel the poem in the stem?

Sunday, December 4, 2016

How to approach winter

with a vase
of water
inside & water-
falling on the outside
and because
this isn't real
mums & cypress
a pinecone &
this is California
& because
last night
miso, stirs
a sliver
of that familiar
you could
on your
you could
the breath
of light
to Chiyo-ni