Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Bowls


and what they might contain.  Shape and potential.

Now imagine paper and what might be harvested therein.

And why am I fondly remembering the 2 baby quail Ann and I spotted at San Pedro Park yesterday?

I eat artichokes.
I eat mangoes.
I don't eat quail.

Monday, May 18, 2015

Birds



& shadows make for an exquisite poem
& who can deny
the stature of roasted chicken

Hands





Hands are made to bless even when you don't have the name of the otherwordly beauty before you.  The knife, the spoon bless the meal and are said to occasionally siren rain.  Let's hope.  

And which food pares well with otherwordly poems?

Saturday, May 9, 2015

HATS




There are so many hats with roots in the garden and then there's a poem

SHE LOVES HATS

Wide brimmed with,
without flowers and
ribbons.  Casual 
visors and baseball
caps or most perfect
of all:  the umbrella.
Certain words
gladden her,
bumbershoot
in particular,
as she sallies forth
into the night-sky. 

(from Intentions/collaboration with Susan Gangel)

And breakfast was a showy hat of bread, goat cheese, cinammon & strawberries.  No hat was worn in the eating of.   

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Nasturtium


Quite the wait until this beauty & her sister arrived.  Tonight I will crown a wedge of brie with her.
Once I wrote a poem, "Who are you when you eat a nasturtium."  Perhaps it's best that I can't find her.

Peppery color on brie in my future.



Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Twice

baked.
Biscotti.
Biscotti
rival bagels
and yet
so different.
One baked,
one boiled
(preferred method).
Besides,
I've never
tasted
an almond
bagel.
Don't wish
to, either.
How would
an almond
poem
sound?
Crunchy
& dipable.

Wearing


Land wears water
& water wears away
land.

& those of us in California
thirst.

make no mistake -- water is food &
water is poetry

& friends are poems as I recall the fabulous lunch of shrimp pesto salad, green bean salad, Italian red wine & an exceptional apple pie.  An unparalleled meal at the home of Linda and Jill. Lauren there too.  Where?  Croton-on-Hudson, of course.

& here's what it looks like put through Waterlogue

Croton Dam, Croton-on-Hudson, NYC.   Croton Dam is the largest hand-hewed structure in the world.