From the thread of red

Coral maples --the labels says.
So like a meal, a poem, a canvas -- light, color.  Space. Spoon and pen celebrate.

Red glasses

What if every time she puts on her red glasses with the multi-colored sides, she invites a prose poem to splash across the page?  Will the spoon take offense?

Love for this New Year

a plate of words
a platter of persimmons

Tubers

& for the New Year -- food & words aplenty

Overlay

There is nothing 

singular about living

& there are textures 

in the air, in the soil

& in the words

in the foods 

we eat.

Gaia

She is everywhere.  She is in every thing, every word, every stem.  She is light.  She is dark. 

The beautiful otherwordly

A wild turkey is quite the sight.  A prehistoric head on a bounty of gorgeous feathers.  A cry to shatter silence for all time.  A ungainly dance.  No epics written inspired by turkeys.  Quite the meal, though.