Monday, June 29, 2020

A large glass plate

is a wondrous thing.  This isn't that yet memory is a great creator, inventor.  So, we have a big, beautiful plate on which to place...what?  Nothing but the plate itself.  Complete.  Complete as in perfect.  Lovely.  Yes. 

Sunday, June 28, 2020

The trees are beginning to look like sails

in the company
of fish scales.
there is an eye
to all of this.
And something/
made the swirling
happen.  No doubt,
of some

Saturday, June 27, 2020

The bird always appears at this precise moment.

A dream has its own watch.
A spoon, its own rhythm.
A circle is nothing more
nothing less.  Remember this,
the next time you go 
with no agenda
other than your feet
& your heart. 
there are birds
at eye level --
that may be. 

Friday, June 26, 2020

Magical kingdoms

Close to home.
At home. 
In the home.
Home is love
with a roof
& a refrigerator
with food
& bookshelves
A well-used
wooden spoon
to stir-up
some magic. 

Wednesday, June 17, 2020


for the gesture
to be finished
waiting for
the eggs
to scramble
waiting for
a poem
to appear
across the page
a furtive
waiting for

Monday, June 15, 2020


has specific hues to its process.  We're at the beginning here.  We're at the beginning of so many transformations.  Including ourselves.

Saturday, June 13, 2020

An alphabet is formed

as energy created between positive and negative.  The mouth knows this as surely as do eyes.  Always look down, keep focused, keep pen/paper at the ready.

Friday, June 12, 2020

Listen: wood is a storyteller

Whether it's bark & branch or table.  Many stories.  Many voices.  Much to learn.  Listen.

Thursday, June 11, 2020

When mint looks like kale

does kale look like mint?   And you ask, what that marble of a full moon at the bottom under a full sun.  Marinated kumquat.  The rest -- pure elixir.  Liquid poetry.  A dialogue of circles & lines.

Tuesday, June 9, 2020

As an object morphs,

do we?  A simple dried magnolia leaf in the evening on the patio becomes a precipice.  Or a sand dune.  Or a simple dried magnolia leaf because the object was always a precise.  The color like my favorite wooden spoon burnished by experience.  Who have I become?

Saturday, June 6, 2020

The patio umbrella is up and lit

and waiting for company.  It will be some time before we gather at the Blue Umbrella Bistro which, by the way,  isn't a restaurant.  It's a gathering spot for friends.  Food and beverage, always at the ready.   Illuminated as the people who sit around the table sharing stories, roasted vegetables and savory gestures.