Friday, September 11, 2020


This is the work of shadowed reflection.  Like only one side of a spoon. Half the alphabet.  Is it any surprise, here are no ripe tomatoes left?  


Wednesday, September 9, 2020

Amid metal and sun

something is grabbing attention.  Something spins.  Something comes forward.  But what is receding at this time?  I want to cook something with betacarotene.  Lots of it.  Roasted carrot hummus dip.  Perhaps a poem to accompany.  

Tuesday, September 8, 2020

It is a holiday, after all.

 Something should float today.  Yes, colorful.  Something with joy as its ballast.  It's a stretch, I know.