A microscopic approach versus the whole enchilada. Perhaps, not a dichotomy. Consider, a dish that captures the spirit of an entire culture including its music. A poem which incorporates the hand & heart of the writer. The spoon which can trace the heart-line on the palm of the cook.
haiku (and not your usual 5-7-5)
Monday, July 29, 2019
Detail
A microscopic approach versus the whole enchilada. Perhaps, not a dichotomy. Consider, a dish that captures the spirit of an entire culture including its music. A poem which incorporates the hand & heart of the writer. The spoon which can trace the heart-line on the palm of the cook.
Overwriting
Or is it over-gesturing? Someone familiar with fog will let me know. For this is fog creeping into a page of gestures. Much like red pepper flakes cropping up into a dish that looks -- before tongue tastes -- mild & even-handed. The one who loves fog taught me to add red pepper flakes to poems. I'm grateful.
Sunday, July 28, 2019
Set sail
yet tethered by sand. Every conundrum under the sun. Nothing like a good book to launch you on a celestial journey. Or stay home: roast vegetables, write petite poems.
A growing love of pink
and all its shades. Also a growing love of root vegetables, especially beets. Carmelized. Makes me think of the beat of poetry.
Friday, July 26, 2019
Sunday, July 21, 2019
Lights & rope
tether vaulted space. Think of this: a page tethers words; a spoon, sauce. Simple. Words & sauce find they share a common physics in their desire to be tethered.
Saturday, July 20, 2019
Anticipation
The table will be set for you & your notebook. The pen will be poised as the kitchen is poised to create for you a fig salad with beets. You will not be disappointed in any aspect of this evening.
Including the walk home.
Friday, July 19, 2019
This is how a flower feels
when you rabbit-ear the page of book. Flowers & books have so much in common. Light, of course. Appreciation, too. And rain stirring thought. Next, we should consider, stems. How they resemble, pens.
Thursday, July 18, 2019
A jungle of letter As
waiting to be finished. Waiting for the final stroke. For the imbedded triangle. Makes me think what carrots need to be finished. Any vegetable, really. Or any poem -- just that final stroke. Shaped beauty; shaped meaning. Shape as form & function.
Wednesday, July 17, 2019
Just what it is
and nothing more. Nothing less. Satisfying as scrambled eggs on a white plate. Or eight words on a page which shuttles time as best it can.
Tuesday, July 16, 2019
Erasure
or is something meticulously being dissolved? Cooking & writing have much to say about these matters, don't you think? Just ask sugar. Or pencil.
Monday, July 15, 2019
What a detail sees
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