Thursday, June 28, 2018


the inanimate isn't.  Full of sap & wind-wiggling branches.  Roots a plenty.  Seeking water & sun & the cooling of evening.  She's a beauty, isn't she.  More reliable than a guard dog, too.  Let's have cold soup -- vibrantly blueberry-ish -- for lunch.  We'll serve in small clear glasses with petite spoons.  Let's send a poem out into the world which may or may not include the word "blueberry." There you have it.

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

A river flows into the vegetal

Or what beets dream about.  The confluence of ripening.  Much like shaping a meal. Or shaping a poem. Pay attention to the tributaries -- real & imaginary.  Learn to meander.  Take up whistling.

Monday, June 25, 2018

Night is a color unto itself

Night shadow-izes plants.  Converts their green leaves to shadows.  Night offers a dream-state of a palette.  Muted yet vivid by an absence.  Or a lamp left on.  The same can be said of editing a poem.  The same is true for a subtle dish, perhaps beans.

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Vicia Faba & nightshade

with basil.  What's not to like when fava beans, tomatoes (yellow heirloom & red cherries), olive oil, salt, pepper hang out with basil.  Your mouth is happy speaking the language of Spring into the first vowels of summer.  Eyes & mouth concur:  a simple colorful salad is a petite poem.  Yup.

Monday, June 18, 2018

The stars are waning

but not the fragrance of the jasmine.  In fact the allure is waxing for bee & hummingbird.  A galaxy of poems ready to be experienced.  Inspiration for many a meal.  

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Bars, bees & hunger

Space between bars are like open windows to a bee.  Seems a slim meal but sometimes it's what you don't see --
herbs in a sauce; all the words removed from a line of poetry.
Absence is a conveyance for lushness. What is our bee sipping on?
Agastache Kudos Mandarin.  A perennial hyssop.  Honey-mint-scented plumes. Pinkish orange.  What's not to love? What's not to be smitten by?  

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Sometimes a face, sometimes a fan

The color pink & rosy with a stroke of red and the hue of loam to ground.  Who shall we call her?  How does she spin?  How does she turn a salad into a poem?

Friday, June 15, 2018

Ears bending to conversation

Eavesdropping is a critical skill to hone.  Listening-in is especially useful in cooking & in the creating of diminutive poems.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

The slant of shadow & the stories they wish you to hear

Mute the color & still the vibrant, rainbow-hued stories are there.  Don't ever think otherwise.
Although most times thinking otherwise is a good thing.  By the way, what's a non-thing?
An additional "by the way," even in a b/w or sepia photo of food, the imagination is so hungry colors
vibrant & subtle appear.  Silence does this to poetry, you know.  But of course. And should you step on a shadow, nothing is broken; nothing cracked.  

Monday, June 11, 2018

Tutus: organic & otherwise

kodiak wearing a classical tutu designed by Carmencito L.

For the record, a peony is the matriarch of tutus.  Speaking of tutus, there are two types:  Romantic & classical.  The one above is classical -- short, stiff material and extended horizontally at the waist.  (The Romantic can reach ankle-bone & is made of softer more flowing material).  Right now, I'm thinking of raspberries.  Right now, I'm wondering what haiku lurks under the tutu.  Oh, tut-tut.

Friday, June 8, 2018

Sunflower as a verb

When light & shadows are spun, you can find yourself in a state of sun-flowering!  It's as simple as a wooden spoon stirring soup.  A pen unloading Pandora's box of gestures.  See, I know you'd understand.

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Monumental beauty & the properties of willow

also known as sallows or osiers.  Soft, pliant, tough wood.  A strong, vibrant life-force.  And here in Walnut Creek, CA ten tons of willow imported from Vermont by commissioned artist Patrick Dougherty.  (  A must see.  Like a meal with friends and conversation robust yet intimate.  Like a new notebook with first gestures -- bold, skyward & deep into the earth.  And always as with poems, meals or sculpture -- a window to see in, to see out.