2021-05-29 15:21
has a center. It's simply a matter of where you put it? Like, where did you leave your phone yesterday. The kindness of strangers is often the key and the keeper of clarity. The choice n… Read More
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2021-05-28 15:09
As in the gorgeousness of water. And the alchemy of ink Read More
2021-05-26 14:59
If it isn't a word, paperness should be. The sound of paper being touched. Being used wisely. Being enjoyed as if royalty. If I were in the kitchen, I'd be thinking of garlic skins and… Read More
2021-05-25 17:13
During the Pandemic, I have found my way home to jazz. Nourished by SF Jazz's Fridays @ 5. Sacred time. Full of color. Full of spirit. Much like walking is the way I find my way home… Read More
2021-05-24 19:11
and yet one could hold in one's hand. At least for a moment Read More
2021-05-23 00:36
Bees are among the most intensely intent beings I've encountered. Single-focused. Come to think of it, I know one or two follks who behave as hovercraft. = And what of the fried egg poppy?… Read More
2021-05-21 22:52
and she is on level ground, left to marvel. Left to wonder Read More
2021-05-19 18:33
Grandeur in the petite leaf, in the curl and sweep of petal. Parched and exquisite as paper. As a colored pen or brush approaches paper. A knife slices a mango and then a tomato. The me… Read More
2021-05-18 18:02
Hypnotic and yet precise & delicate. With a tinge of anticipation. And then gratitude. Much like a well-eaten meal. A well-read poem Read More
2021-05-17 23:39
this would be called honey. But "sap" is such a fine word, don't you think? To the point and almost graphic. By the way, when was the last time you used honey (and not in tea)? For me r… Read More
2021-05-13 23:10
and yet you get the entire picture. At least in your mind's eye. The mind's eye being so lush and often fanciful Read More
2021-05-08 20:50
how sky sees a tree, now you know Read More
2021-04-29 04:52
for this. Although stunningly familiar. Familiar, as in a dream. A place where you are from. A language not frequently spoken and yet you know the timbre of each syllable, the hue of ev… Read More
2021-04-27 16:50
of most things mezmerize me. Especially flowers. Especially fragments. Petite poems are fragments and pollen Read More
2021-04-27 16:37
Or a piece of jewelry. Or a wall hanging. Rubbed smooth & eager to spin. Reminds of petite poems. Yes, those the ears might call home Read More
2021-04-26 17:34
and not where you might expect. 21 miles north east of San Francisco. Are these blooms more beguiling because they thrive for only several days? However, memory prolongs them. Meals live… Read More
2021-04-26 17:08
She comes in many forms. Permanent with intrasatory blooming. Rememember to mark your calendars so you'll see her next year when she blooms Read More
2021-04-25 15:06
of a succulent. Did you know succulents have beaks? Well, you've been informed. Sometimes life is immediate and simple. And quite intimate Read More
2021-04-25 15:04
Returning to a favorite downtown cafe. Late afternoon coffee and a sweet. How I love the landscape of these copper tables. Moon and desert comingle. The shadow of a thousand crows. Nex… Read More
2021-04-25 15:00
Which way the wind blows today, from which direction the rains arrive, it is assuring that the delicate will survive. The delicate will be carried forth for next year. And the next. This… Read More
2021-04-24 22:33
Pure magic. Pure joy. Similiar to what's occurrening at farmers' markets now: over-the-top abundance. Right now, Bancroft Succulent Gardens is a feast of petite and not-so-petite poems… Read More
2021-04-24 22:31
for the senses. For feet. For the sweet passing of time. To resculpt muscle memory. Each rock, a particular language. A precise ancestory Read More
2021-04-24 22:23
forgotten. Those branches and my eyes connect to keep the memory of flowering cherries alive 365. Ironically, I can't remember a single poem of mine straight-through but can pinpoint the… Read More
2021-03-29 16:56
The real lurks among the real. Who is to say that goat though she be of metal, is no less real than the spikes of green and the ground cover? Or less real that sunflight? Read More
2021-03-29 16:54
Quite a large piece. The size of a Sub-Zero refrigerator to be exact. Taken at night after sunset. We've always talked about time as the intersection of multiple landscapes and, of course… Read More
2021-03-29 16:44
Some words are perfectly "sounded." Fringe is an example as is "vibrates." Speaking of vibrates, that's what Spring does. Spring, too, being a wondrously sounded word. "Breakfast," also… Read More
2021-03-27 16:20
Am I the only one seeing this? Doubtful. But possible. Makes me think of the probablity of a poem. And, of course, a poem's prismatic flight as I close-in on the probably breakfast whic… Read More
2021-03-27 16:14
and I am left to discern. Perhaps, I should simply enjoy what is before me. However, I think this image has something to do with me reading Emily Wilson's translation of the Odyssey. That… Read More
2021-03-27 16:00
Carry this imagine around with you for a day. It is neither too heavy, nor too light. It turns easily honoring the four directions. Go home. Brew a pot of tea. Engage in self-conversatio… Read More
2021-03-26 17:52
Like the first flower which sent you marveling. For me, backyard lilac. In particular, deep purple. This led me to the love of purple in general & to eggplants, specifically. To thi… Read More
2021-03-20 17:37
This shade of blue makes everything special. Do you think the sky is jealous? Read More
2021-03-18 19:05
Invents a story to go with absence. Just ask the spoon how she feels about an empty bowl. Or a pen facing the final page of a notebook. No reason not to celebrate the invisible Read More
2021-03-18 00:05
what would the story have to tell me? Could I listen? Color is sound so which creation story is being painted. Or, perhaps, all I need is a cup of tea, piece of shortbread & the pref… Read More
2021-03-17 23:53
Snails fascinate me. Houses on their back. Teancious. I would love to have a conversation with them. Once I really looked at a snail crossing a sidewalk, I forwent eating escargo. Many… Read More
2021-03-08 23:27
for the prism in everything. Even carrots. Yes, even words. And, of course, glass. And rain Read More
2021-02-26 19:58
pear trees at night and fabricating a full moon while imagining the taste of morning tea Read More
2021-02-26 19:54
Yes, eyes are painters. Use wisely & often. The same goes for hope Read More
2021-02-25 01:51
Spring has a green eye can see through the thickest bark whose branches are nest & web. When was the first time you seriously noticed Spring or trees with their kingdoms of stori… Read More
2021-02-25 01:46
with melting. Something to do with impermenance. Something to do with the otherworldly. And everything to do with home Read More
2021-02-23 00:27
as legs and wonder where they travel once they shed their leaves Read More
2021-02-23 00:20
Trees are remarkable in so many ways. Critical for good living. And like the raven, they have a bit of the trickster in them. Or perhaps, they just want to be paint-poets Read More
2021-02-19 23:14
Stained glass is a language of light, beauty, and its grandmother, sand. Prismatic mystery and rituals to uplift. Now smell a pot of savory soup or something more streamlined: onion &… Read More
2021-02-17 17:50
It's a process. A practice. A promise of spring. As sensual as falling snow but not as silent. By the way, unsheathing happends daily in the kitchen, and everytime a poem writes itself Read More
2021-02-16 20:32
You know this place. Have lived here although upon returning, you are met with a feeling of strangeness. The strangeness of a dream -- tangible yet elusive. A taste that won't speak to yo… Read More
2021-02-15 00:46
a storm of ribbons, of course. In the morning after the blue, after the first white sky. Ravens love precision; they speak about it often & vociferously. Like a pot of water boiling… Read More
2021-02-09 23:31
A jazz piece for sure and with lyrics about rain and night and something/someone gone. For good. Although absence is one of the least permanent things I've encountered. Suddenly, Spring… Read More
2021-02-06 19:19
That path that looks so inviting leading into the center of that tree is no path. It is a rocking chair repurposed as path. Now what became of the rocking chair? Where did all those ends… Read More
2021-01-26 23:50
with a bunch of radishes & bell peppers, what will I call her? Will she be soup? Appetizer? If soup, I will serve in one of those small matte black bowls. If appetizer, she will be p… Read More
2021-01-26 23:42
Pampas grass is one of the most kinetic vegetation for sure. What's kinetic in the kitchen? Boiling water awaiting pasta. Or a poem waiting its next line break. For sure, the kinentic… Read More
2021-01-26 17:47
Within reach? Or is this simply an eye test? There's plenty to screen. I want to hear the conversation. Are prepositions being debated? Are carrots on the chopping block? Endless, possibili… Read More
2021-01-25 18:06
Where precisely is this place? Can it be touched? Are reflections real? Are numbers arbitrary.? Just so, a candle -- lit Read More
2021-01-24 22:06
Or use as a paperweight for the cards you might receive. For the notes you leave yourself. Recipes, are a given. Gestures of all sorts especially those fragments of poems. Of course, fr… Read More
2021-01-24 21:51
And how about crannies, too. Tactile and bold. Each with her own room. Or should I say, a squash of one's own Read More
2021-01-23 22:41
California brown hills turn verdant. Hope always comes from home. From the earth. Also, I guess from the kitchen. Or a simple pen put to generic paper. A branch to the sky Read More
2021-01-23 00:43
2021-01-21 21:08
=not quite like a meal progresses but definitely akin to a poem and perhaps, the emotions therein. Read More
2021-01-21 20:56
yet tenacious, for sure. Like so much around us and in us. Every season puts forth this duality: Winter's melting snow, Spring's cherry blossoms, Summer's corn and Fall's sugar m… Read More
2021-01-19 17:17
OK, see a red spot in your imagination. Perhaps, no one mentioned to you, this spot is moveable. Where are you placing it? Why? And what does this have to do with the… Read More
2021-01-12 21:44
Absence doesn't exist. So what are you seeing? Absence is like an empty bowl, neither of them are.Absence is like an unwritten poem: both of them palpable. Read More
2020-12-30 20:50
all three of our dear friends have taken up residence in the cosmos. As this year ends and the new begins, Dumbledore, Sweetie and haiku are remembered. They have always had the… Read More
2020-12-30 20:30
An organic & perhaps edible bumbershoot. 2020 has been a year when we needed bumbershoots daily so the toxic fallout harmed us less. Perhaps, 2021 will be the year we need bu… Read More
2020-12-29 19:53
This little charmer is my neighbor, Mao. Playful, affectionate & full of kitty Meshuga. Deliciously curious. Trills, too. One of the highlights of 2020 was caring for Mao for… Read More
2020-12-29 18:39
During this pandemic it's about separate yet together. Trees are miraculous. I think of trees as that liminal space between sky & ground. A canopy for creative spirits… Read More
2020-12-26 00:30
How do you write with an alphabet unknown to you? Can you coax meaning from a sidewalk? From canvas? From paper? Is the kitchen a fluid alphabet awaiting knife &… Read More
2020-12-19 20:11
what shall we name herwhat shall she name us?if I didn't know the wordfor persimmon, would I beso smitten by the Fuyuif the word haiku were unknownwould I love short versewould my fingers no… Read More
2020-12-17 21:27
the center of whatis the questionor, perhaps, the concernof centrifugal forcesseekingconjunctionof staror stain? Read More
2020-12-12 20:16
implicatedmemory of wing& songfleeing, of courseyet impregnatedthe moment Read More
2020-12-12 20:12
lightthoughtmemory Read More
2020-12-12 00:45
a eucalyptus button that is masquerading as a fastener. And lichen masquerading as lace. Everything is exactly what it is and exactly something else. Simultaneously. … Read More
2020-12-09 15:39
no message leftno message expectedno messagesimple this mysteryalthough lightimplicated Read More
2020-12-07 22:52
and in some places has fallen time & gravity are implicated time for a cup of tea & considereach leaf an haiku Read More
2020-11-26 19:11
Of course, I'm thinking of Robert Herrick's poem, "Upon Julia's Clothes." Also, thinking of the alchemy of sauces simmering and their corresponding fragrances. Suddenly, I'm grateful f… Read More
2020-11-26 19:01
I'd like to encounter, I'd like to enter the above in today's walk. Or perhaps in today's dreaming. A calm hopefulness. The peace of the kitchen when all moving parts move… Read More
2020-11-25 20:48
Is it possible to gesture a texture onto a page that might sound like a petite poem complete with folds & swirls? Is it possible that the gesture above is what a spoon sees of itse… Read More
2020-11-25 20:42
sweetmeats for insectssweetmeats for eyesisn't that similarto cookingor coaxing a poemonto a sheafof paper Read More
2020-11-25 01:18
Of course, we all know now that trees communicate. If only, we listened. Of course, I have to ask whether trees can talk in tongues. Read More
2020-11-23 18:27
but that which encirclestexture & shapetether each otherthe spoon stirsswirling the soupor the brushdraws circles& is the circlehow any alphabetis both background& foreground Read More
2020-11-22 18:06
is this dream or fantasy& when it spinswhat will be for breakfastwill feathers fly?will pens & ladles soar? Read More
2020-11-22 17:58
in an equator of light/in a diagonal of light what I embrace today embraces mewith spoon & pen enough Read More
2020-11-22 17:35
& sweetmeats galoreI know they will not lastbut right now the soul in my mouthis glad & this giftfrom a friend's treeis volume of verse Read More
2020-11-22 02:09
party of colorbanquet of movementthe photographerputs down her camerathe haiku-ist picks upthe slack Read More
2020-11-22 02:05
nor does it have tothe nature of seasons &nb&hell…Read More
2020-11-14 19:18
and necessarythe other sideof everythingI think of spoonsin particularor the feel of the perfectpen Read More
2020-10-28 22:15
what youcan'tname? Read More
2020-10-28 22:13
real and mythical make me smilewith a clarity that often eludesor perhaps, it's my love of black inkon white paper or thin slices of onion Read More
2020-10-26 23:57
olive oilricottafigswalnutsparma mintpepperappetitefor texturedesirefor words Read More
2020-10-24 18:10
a sprig of mint refreshes, resets the senses Read More
2020-10-24 18:05
certain wordsgrasp& releasethe tasteof melonor raspberryin a blinkI think of haikuthe catof course Read More
2020-10-22 21:36
about red & purplegrapes & applesday turns into eveningyour hand holdsnothinga pencan't bear Read More
2020-10-22 21:17
day paints over night with the most colorful swirlssherbet-on-the-godon't trifle with this thoughtto do so can affect your dreams Read More
2020-10-21 17:56
RIP10/20/2020 Read More
2020-10-19 19:34
angle the mirrorno, a little more to the leftmore to the leftyes, just therethe skies are turningblue Read More
2020-10-17 18:50
centrifugal force& the willto flyis this akinto the desirewords havefor the pagethe desire carrotsfeel to be slimmedto slivers or simplythe desirefor someth… Read More
2020-10-17 18:44
Keep the window ajarInvite the ripe inside Invite words to ripple & flow Read More
2020-10-03 15:51
late afternoon with coffee. Perhaps, a Walker shortbread. The air inhabited by color. Green & blue. Always red. Some hues linger. When the line works, the heart holds on. A word or two… Read More
2020-09-28 14:06
wordsgesturesperhapsthe front ofa menu promisingcool satisfactionyescoolvery Read More
2020-09-28 13:58
overtakenperhapsnibbledperhapsthis isa haikubecoming Read More
2020-09-28 13:49
on Mondayby Wednesdaythe feather is quitepronouncedno reservationsrequiredwhat you chooseto eat, what youchooseto write gravity determines Read More
2020-09-28 00:16
By itself this fungi would be spectacular. Knowing it has made a eucalyptus branch its anchor and won't give up is magic. Fungi encircles eucalyptus and everything, everything connecte… Read More
2020-09-28 00:13
as ice cream not in clothes. And especially not in poems. On the other hand, black is always welcomed with its mysteries & promises Read More
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