Thursday, February 27, 2020
Wednesday, February 26, 2020
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
Monday, February 24, 2020
appears as an aqueous underground. But there are mountains in the sea, aren't there? And flying fishes are birds for a while. And for sure, everything done in the kitchen is alchemical. And each letter which finds itself on a page is mysterious and magical.
Sunday, February 23, 2020
are still crabs. The same can be said of trees, pavement & especially crows. Although crow and crab share little in common, I would imagine. Although any connection is still a connection. I'm thinking of words and how much I love the music in a list. Much like the sizzle of oil & garlic.
But back up. I was anticipating the bloom on this glorious succulent for some time and yesterday, she arrives in waxy, stately splendor. And because I alway anticipate a rainbow, she, too, manifests although under the usual conditions. Food is like this, too, when served to friends. Don't overlook the possibility of a few words like spikes of energy painting a page.
Thursday, February 20, 2020
For instance, each side of the spoon -- concave/convex -- has it's own serving of stories. And remember, tea is nothing short of a sunrise. I'd go as far to say that tea is vegetal-protein for the imagination. For how else does a poem come into being?
Tuesday, February 18, 2020
We see what we see. But can what we see be translated into a language understood by another? By a crow? For sure, crows are petite poems with personality. Prickly, sometimes. And sometimes, still as night until it erupts much like a pan of water suddenly boiling.
Friday, February 14, 2020
What would the day be like if this is how we saw a simple eucalyptus
and we know, eucalyptus are never singular.
Take this concept into the kitchen where aroma becomes a rainbow
or onto the page placing one word next to another until a feeling emerges:
call it vivid.