This is time of year, my creativity seems to transform. Becomes almost corporeal—that is, more hands-on, more nurturing, more intensely connected to the rhythms of nature. Instead of spending my days in the writing room tinkering with poetry or experiments in collage, I find myself outdoors tending to the garden, to the wildlife that lives [...]
Why not make a daily pleasure out of a daily necessity? Peter Mayle There are a number of reasons why I love reading Peter Mayle’s narratives of life in Provence. None the least of which is the culinary adventure that invariably takes center stage in every story. Three-hour lunches over bottles of rosé, assorted goat’s [...]
Sentimental Lady, mixed media collage, 2021 reinventing objects is committed with the coldness of telephones an egg-shaped intelligence that is neither necessary nor profound much like scientific belief a woman in a yellow dress is a postcard in the rain reads a book, smiles stashes secrets in a red dirt mandolin this menial suitcase and [...]
(a new poem with a previous ending) never fear the end there’s no way you were ever here, anyway a bicycle in a galaxy a palm tree lost in orbit an old man sees himself in a faraway mirror there’s no here so nothing matters says prayers plants flowers on the moon weeps for a [...]
at the moment of contemplation this poem was a hummingbird that is to say, jazz on a midsummer afternoon many days ago i sat on the forearms of a windmill mathematically, its shadow is no longer than an orchid’s in a moment of mindfulness i experience a crisis of the chaos of staircases and i [...]
Passage, paper collage, 2021 i am between time matter and a violin i give the impression of someone seeking truth sleeps in confusion is erratic among wildflowers makes shadows of a cardboard moon rises lighter, lighter these wings are somehow less credible in darkness
freedom is an elephant in a barrel an atheist & a goldfish playing pool on a street corner that doesn’t exist time is the calculus of laundry strung up from the teeth of a piano soberly searching for an antidote to rain a dumpster in paradise is also a primordial desire to dismantle what we [...]
Feels Like Sunday, paper collage, 2021 i. hypnosis is forever at noon, i hear the moon whistle my eyes are covered in dandelions i ask myself, how long have we been strangers? ii. this poem tells me i cannot laugh at what doesn’t exist so i invent a butterfly on my forehead who takes the [...]
Tufted Titmouse (with a snack) It was a revelation for me to discover that both my gardening and new-found birdwatching hobbies had affected a kind of internal transformation. It is now my belief that the wild creatures—you might call them the “least” among us—show us who we are. That, at the end of the day, [...]
how much is too much? the anatomy of a driving car a mandolin with no rain at eleven, my lover’s a moon his favorite t-shirt’s yellow he spills coffee on the eggshells of the great cosmic mystery this might not sound significant but it could be if pigeons were paragons of infinite sadness if rainbows [...]
