Tuesday, February 26, 2019
between knowing this place like my left hand and having no memory even a hint of ever being here. No question, this place about to reorganize. Most likely to move in a circular manner. Ceiling fan? Wooden spoons in the kitchen stirring large pot? A pen writing icy words across noncommittal paper? Probably as much as your dream as anyone's. Hold on, I feel a shift about to occur.
Monday, February 25, 2019
you have been here. See, they saved your signature. The pen you thought you lost. Your favorite wooden spoon brought back from Paris. Not by you. Much is not by you. More by the confluence
of light & water. Spirals aplenty. But of course. You would almost be comfortable if you found one of your footprints. Fingerprint.
how much land would I cover in one hour? That presupposes that the shoes are not in conflict. One path, one direction. Much like a recipe but then again you can tastefully derail from any recipe. That's a given. You can tastefully derail from any line on a page -- any string of words -- whether pink or not. Check-out the strawberries at anklebone.
Thursday, February 21, 2019
In last night's dream, clothes were being fashioned out of recycled CDs. You weren't allowed to listen to them first. To get back in touch with these old friends who honored your friendship in the 60s & 70s. Of well, when you were ready for the ball you looked quite fetching. Of course on your way out the door in those fancy shoes you grabbed your favorite wooden spoon from Paris & necessary pen & paper. You were prepared for whatever evening had up her sleeves. Or tucked away in hemline.
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
Monday, February 18, 2019
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
Monday, February 11, 2019
Here are two little known facts about shadows: one, they are capable of blooming; two, they are ubiquitous as wildflowers. Much like carrots are prevalent in kitchens; pens on a poet's desk.
Monday, February 4, 2019
Something about here today, gone tomorrow?
Something about reflection?
Something about concave and convex?
Now, consider the above without the question marks. Have you?
And should you ask, why is there nothing about food, nor poetry?
There is. Simply consider the concave and convex.