a bluebird is a sonata seems to say life is its own reason for living the pitcher on the table is filled with wine slabs of pomegranate shore salted over and over again eaten like warm fruit
A Life Worth Living
I can feel guilty about the past, apprehensive about the future, but only in the present can I act. The ability to be in the present moment is a major component of mental wellness.A. H. Maslow Would you like to a know an interesting—or, at the very least, a rather eccentric—fact about me? I wake [...]
Lost Without Words
Lost Without Words, paper collage, 2021 middayor,a palm treein absolute movementa butterflyand an infantryracing throughsuburban streetsbecome enormousat the mention of their entwined realitythis is and is not a gesture of sudden extravagance:a seashell and a monument a dense underworld of dandelions thathurls itself through the foot-holes of spaceis an unblemished metaphorfor a life worth living
On Gratitude
It seems popular these days to speak of gratitude as an almost magical inner experience. As if feeling thankful is, quite literally, some sort of magnet, a means of attracting the good life and all it affords. That is, love, abundance, freedom, and general life satisfaction. I emphatically disagree with this viewpoint. Of course, I’ve [...]
Of Sacred Seasons
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 [...]
On the Art of Responsibility
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
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 [...]
The bicycle spins madly on.
(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 [...]
Birdsong in Rearview
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
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
