Monday, July 29, 2019


A microscopic approach versus the whole enchilada. Perhaps, not a dichotomy.  Consider, a dish that captures the spirit of an entire culture including its music.  A poem which incorporates the hand & heart of the writer.  The spoon which can trace the heart-line on the palm of the cook.


Or is it over-gesturing?  Someone familiar with fog will let me know.  For this is fog creeping into a page of gestures.  Much like red pepper flakes cropping up into a dish that looks -- before tongue tastes -- mild & even-handed.  The one who loves fog taught me to add red pepper flakes to poems.  I'm grateful.

Sunday, July 28, 2019

Set sail

yet tethered by sand.  Every conundrum under the sun.  Nothing like a good book to launch you on a celestial journey.  Or stay home:  roast vegetables, write petite poems.

A growing love of pink

and all its shades.  Also a growing love of root vegetables, especially beets. Carmelized. Makes me think of the beat of poetry.

Friday, July 26, 2019

Beauty in all things

in everyone.  Words are spoons to stir the spirit.  Especially older much-loved wooden spoons.

Sunday, July 21, 2019

Lights & rope

tether vaulted space.  Think of this: a page tethers words; a spoon, sauce.  Simple.  Words & sauce find they share a common physics in their desire to be tethered.

Saturday, July 20, 2019


The table will be set for you & your notebook.  The pen will be poised as the kitchen is poised to create for you a fig salad with beets.  You will not be disappointed in any aspect of this evening.
Including the walk home.

Friday, July 19, 2019

This is how a flower feels

when you rabbit-ear the page of book.    Flowers & books have so much in common.  Light, of course.  Appreciation, too.  And rain stirring thought.  Next, we should consider, stems.  How they resemble, pens.

Thursday, July 18, 2019

A jungle of letter As

waiting to be finished.  Waiting for the final stroke.  For the imbedded triangle.  Makes me think what carrots need to be finished.  Any vegetable, really.  Or any poem -- just that final stroke. Shaped beauty; shaped meaning.  Shape as form & function.

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Just what it is

and nothing more.  Nothing less.  Satisfying as scrambled eggs on a white plate.  Or eight words on a page which shuttles time as best it can.

Tuesday, July 16, 2019


or is something meticulously being dissolved?   Cooking & writing have much to say about these matters, don't you think?  Just ask sugar.  Or pencil.

Monday, July 15, 2019

What a detail sees

Sometimes it's the detail which captures us.  Perhaps, it's the other side of seeing which captures the detail. Now consider what a root vegetable sees?  Or what the lines in fine paper see as the pen decides what it wishes legacy to see.  Perspective is always personal; always imbeds a story or two.