There were squiggly pink chalk lines pointing the direction from which I was coming marking up the sidewalk. What were they pointing to? What path did I stumble upon and completely miss the point? It’s mock spring. Still in the winter months. Blue skies, high: mid-seventies. Girls in short-shorts and the trees that smell like […]

I saw the crust of a bread Laid bare On curb’s edge Soaking up the morning’s Dew. It made an ineffectual sponge. Or was it just the crusted helmet? And if I picked it up And curled my fist And rapped on it, thonk Thonk thonk, It would sound a hollow greeting. *painting: “Bread and […]

I stomp like an elephant Over leaves Precarious ground Hidden things I’ll knock them In the open Make my feet feel  Ground **artwork: Remnants of Fall by Daniel Blignaut

Thinking of process I pace. I look at things only though reflections.       Mirror.                       Shadow & light.                          Glass. I stare really hard at the floor and think about how I forgot […]

I press my ear close to empty space And hear The chipping and falling Of bark from giants. I think of squirrels  As I walk,  Of protective head gear.  I watch them skitter across Telephone lines, frantic, And think of calling my parents. Debris falls from above. I see evidence Of street sweepers In striations […]

Little windswept Beauties. The cyclamen Remind me of Isadora Duncan. Scarf blowing, Top down. Gertrude Stein said, “Affectations can be dangerous.” I think about this As I lop the heads of Dying buds. **artwork by Pierre-Joseph Redoute

Today a certain kind of Lookingaftering is required. See?  In the plant Soil beneath nails, In the refilling Of the watering can, How the water slips Through cracks In hardwood. What heads do they Fall on in basements below? **artwork BY Kiyoshi Saito