Tuesday, October 30, 2018
We remember in fits & starts and then begin to weave a patch that remembers whole cloth. Smell cinnamon and you begin seeing scents & stories -- all personal. All tangible. You think of one word that suddenly smittens you and you hear a line perhaps of poetry, perhaps the beginning of an exquisite list of favorite words. There is much to feed us. Remember to drink plenty of water; the journey will be long. Dreaming may be interrupted.
Monday, October 29, 2018
Fill in the blank comforts as does list making. But the image above, promotes spiral-making. Or swirling words. Or in the kitchen, swirling cream in a root soup. Perhaps it all comes down to the speed of a spoon.
When hands move the dial to due north? Or noon? Or three in the morning?
When is soup perfected? When is a poem done? Or a chicken for that matter?
At the heart of it all, four petals, four directions. And a kind hunger.
stretching all the way to Paradise? Sometimes all it takes is a direct line of communication. Quite vegetal. Much like spinach sautéed with garlic. Like a line of poetry seemingly straight and then
spiraling into itself. Magical, of course.
Friday, October 26, 2018
How many masks does a person put on during a lifetime? How many somber? How many gleeful?Mischievous? How many masks does a person take off? I might as well ask, how many ears of corn does a person consume in a lifetime? How many tomatoes (please differentiate between heirloom & cherry)? How many times does a person begin a poem with "because"? Or plot that word in the middle of a line?
Wednesday, October 17, 2018
and only the surface is seen. Dazzling rays & haze commingle. Behind every ray, there is a tree. Behind every tree, a story looms. The stars are grateful for your admiration. And gratitude is the impetus for any meal shared, for any poem prompted by a friend.
Tuesday, October 9, 2018
there are two centers and each whole & complete? How does that change the next sentence you will write? The next, you will read? How does it change the taste of the next and probably last fig you will eat for many, many months? There is marvel and there is sadness in the cosmos.