Sunday, March 29, 2020

Spring isn't sheltering-in-place

Spring is being itself -- riotous with color, texture, shape, fragrance & attitude.  It's a good time to walk (6 feet apart), cook asparagus and other vegetal delights, and made petite poems the size of cherry blossoms.   I wonder a time when we won't immediately get the references to "sheltering-in-place" and "6 feet apart?"

Thursday, March 26, 2020

A day with water & clouds

similar to a good book & soup for dinner.  Who can tell me, when I see a tree trunk, I want to reach for my pen?

Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Monday, March 23, 2020

The ethereal is magical

and looming.  Truly, aren't clouds as structurally solid as trees, hill or even a poppy patch?  Or our imagination?  Or the memory of the first soup we tasted?  Or the sound of the last poem written?

Saturday, March 21, 2020

Simplicity calms.

a cat purring
rice steaming
coffee brewing
bread baking
roasted potatoes w/rosemary
the silence of poppies, blooming
sufficient pen & paper
thank goodness
the list is endless

Friday, March 20, 2020

Isn't stained an interesting term for glass?

Stained glass.  Adding metallic salts to glass to release brilliant hues as well as metaphorical stories.  Back to stained glass; makes me think of preserved eggs.  That's a link & a leap.  Much like the unexpected.  Of course, I'm thinking of an haiku -- in color, of course.

Thursday, March 19, 2020

I don't find monochromic wearisome.

For me black & white makes me think of print with its myriad of geometric configurations.  A taste for texture & shape.  Yea for Gutenberg.  Or ink etching letters into a poem.  There's a certain sublime coolness to the monochromic.  One might suggest, a kitchen at midnight.

Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Not just St. Pat's today

It's Sweetie's birthday -- 12 years.  Beautiful, regal, sensitive.  The softest fur imaginable.  And, would you believe, a hair stylist? And never, never without her pink heart.

Thursday, March 12, 2020

Simply put, trees

are prismatic.  As are words.  As are simple Spring vegetables -- roots & all.  I'm thinking, in particular,  of rainbow carrots, rainbow radishes.

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

Cowabunga! White beets?

With a taste reminiscent of vanilla, white beets are a few favorite.  At first, I thought a mutant turnip was gathered in a bunch of Spring beets.  But no, white beets exist.  For sure, each season has  pleasant surprises.  Of course, Spring is dizzy with abundance.  Try this:  sliced strawberries, sliced roasted beets (including white), Persian cucumbers, feta, dill, salt, pepper, olive oil & balsamic vinegar.  Cowabunga, the kitchen has just written a fine poem just for you.

Thursday, March 5, 2020

If I thought of this as a sandbox,

would the playing be more fun?  Or perhaps, a petite beach complete with a rake?  The same can be said of the kitchen & reimagining ingredients.  Now consider, the alphabet & how each letter creates a magical portal.  

Tuesday, March 3, 2020

When the recognizable

becomes unrecognizable, is it becomes too much space needs to be traversed?  Or is it the time it takes to cross the street -- in either direction?  Time & direction play out differently.  Let's stick with time.  The kitchen has its own clock.  The same is true of writing.  Lots of space are needed for both, don't you think?