personal/social/political philosophy & opinion–sometimes in poetry
One of the major necessities of travel is money management. As it turns out, this can be quite tricky: I was assured by various sources that nearly everyone in China prefers online payments through a thing called wiipay… that no one wants cash. This turned out not to be quite true. Our hotel only accepted, …
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Heat comes after the cool of morning down out of a clear blue skythat reaches upwards towards forever. Land bakes underoven-air that parchesgrass and flower,sears the souland wearies hearts and limbs. Over the mountainsbuilding toweringdarkening clouds confoundthe sunbright heatlift windsfling lightning boltsand grumbleand deluge at lastto bludgeon flowersinto the sudden mudbut the grasslikes it. Passing, …
Summer harvest soup: veg broth, yellow and zucchini squashes, corn, onion, spiral-cut butternut squash, and some beans been in the freezer too long, and at the end, some bok choi… goodly splash of Yoshida sauce… And added some firm tofu, too, and a dash of salt–not enough to overwhelm the fresh flavor of the veggies, …
Summer heat– sweet relief in darkened hall beneath the fan, the rumbling wind, the storm that blew the cool all through the house… I’d catch a chill and die, they claimed. Disbelieving, driven out to play, I’d wait another chance… Summer feet– freed from socks and kedsnot always sufficiently aware of bees among the clovers …
I harvested all the ripe tomatoes today and had them with my breakfast. Cherry tomatoes… 3! And there are a couple of bell peppers growing nicely, which are green now, but will, I think, go red later on. The squash flower on prolifically, but I am not seeing much in the way of actually squash …
Morning creeps in,My head is not ready for it.It glows against the mountainagainst the quiet cloudstinging all things goldenas they brighten to full day… I am not readywanting the landscapes stillof dreamsof downy comforter and bedpillowing my headin sleep, dayless,consciousless… Slowly, relentlesslyday pushes outthe shadows of the house;world sounds,the silence of the head and house… Body nags its …
I watch documentaries. I used to watch tv and movies, and read to escape more than to be informed. That was when I was younger, and believed in romance. I devoured fantasy and science fiction because they were colorful and fed my inner life with the stuff of dreams, and required nothing from me. But …
It was spring and everything was new–Life and love and everything, and everything we planted grew!The door you’d made was open wide,the scent of new wood on the airthat brought the warmth of spring insideand stirred your soft and tawny hair… Summer came and baby’s laughter rangthrough the vine-thick upper frame,and all the lullabies I sangwhile lower, …
A sailor stands on a quiet deck in the still of a peaceful night–He suddenly sees, like a cobweb-dream, a galleon of faery-light, riggings of gossamer, translucent and pale, looming up high to port. Silently sailing, as if quite alone, as if no more solid than thought– wonder and marvel, afloat on a sea as …
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Sweet, sweet, wild fruitin the first heat of the day in the desert… Cool and sweet, unlooked-for treat in the desert morning, an oasis… Nectar, glowing, sweet as light, and chill, from the night. Cool and sweet delight heralded by wasps drunk with pleasure… They do not sting, I do not kill– Sweet truce in …
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