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.

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.

Beauty in all things

in everyone.  Words are spoons to stir the spirit.  Especially older much-loved wooden spoons.

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.

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.