Thursday, May 28, 2020
and the first time I tasted fried eggs in Amsterdam as dinner. An image links memory & dream. No small feat. Much like a few words for a sentence. A few ingredients enliven last night dinner's leftovers. Isn't possession, unruly?
Tuesday, May 26, 2020
Artichokes are like succulents. Fractal and otherworldly. So mesmerizing, they demand to be counted like each step as you approach them. Some things otherworldly are edible. Artichokes, in particular.
Monday, May 25, 2020
My refrigerator is an abstract landscape. Then again, is landscape ever a truly abstract experience. This is certain, pandemic writing has a different gesture-palette, palate, and pallet, for sure.
Sunday, May 24, 2020
Thursday, May 21, 2020
Monday, May 18, 2020
Friday, May 15, 2020
Tuesday, May 12, 2020
see what is around and within. The confluence of trees, sky & all things flowering. Much like a recipe sees and feels all the ingredients swirled together to make a cohesive whole. Now, think of the eyes which an alphabet possesses. An alphabet sees the poem as it is being created. Quite magical, wouldn't you say?
Monday, May 11, 2020
one of my happy places opens
up. I will see succulents awash with bloom & rain drops.
I anticipate the shape of each fractal much like a poem or the scent of something yummy.
I wish the same for you.
Bancroft Gardens, Walnut Creek.