Many paintings are simply happy accidents. Lavender brushed onto the canvas, Then white. White bleeds into the lavender. A damp cloth and angry scrubbing Turn the lavender into grey. Teal, dabs of teal on top of the grey. The grey and teal take on a flavor Like chocolate seasoned with pepper— It makes sense to […]
This morning, a morning in the hottest January in California’s recorded history, The moon sits white and luminous over a lavendar bay. San Francisco, endlessly innovative San Francisco, Is only a faint grey image amidst the dust that refuses to clear. The grass should feel damp this morning, or stiff with frost, But it feels […]
One bird, two. Three birds, four. One on the walk, One at the door, Collecting seeds For Winter’s store.
Pomegranates She had thick locks of iron grey hair That laughed down her back. Reclining on the blanket in their backyard, Her gaze held a smile on his face. The professor and his wife introduced me To the harpsichord, good wine, and backyard picnics. He adjusted his thick glasses, and that wry smile appeared. He […]
Heads bowed in silence, Meditation. The glow of a device and all its glory: Worshipful attention to the technological powers.
Benjamin, four years old, has tears in his eyes. On his plate: a waffle and maple syrup. On his brother’s plate: a waffle and the entire box of blueberries.
The riotous raccoons rifled through the plums, They would have eaten more, had they thumbs. The slugs digested while the raccoons held a wake: Good-bye little plums, sweet as cake.
Take a bite, Look inside! It’s quite a sight: All the red That hides the juicy sweetness. Don’t be frightened of a fig— Go on, eat some, Make yourself a pig! So delicious, you’ll hum And glow in its completeness.
Cans stacked so neatly and cleanly– pictures of untasted Oregon blackberries, dull luminescence of syrupy peaches– I like to, no, I have to touch the labels. When I pick up a can and turn it around and around, I divide the purple numbers of the price tag, by the black print of ounces on the […]
My son, I am your father Joshua-Joel Caleb. Welcome to our world, a world full of danger and shelter, pain and pleasure, sorrow and joy. Today you join your mother and I in a proud tradition of teachers and pastors, sailors and soldiers, scientists and engineers, artists and musicians. Your mother and I conceived you […]