blue me, wandering beside blue canal – I laugh at a hawsered laundry of bicycles: bicycles everywhere; stacked, leaning, piled, jumbled in scrums yet these two, almost kissing a chaste synapse separating blue and red: red lights, not chaste, yet separated from me by the synapse of canal and too little money so: blue me Amsterdam images, compressed…
Category: Poesy-Prosey-Artsy
scribbles that look like poems but don’t scan nor rhyme; or else they look like regular writing – in which case they are prose; or they are pictures (which look like neither)…
ikebana
in winter’s wet lee beauty piques as maiden’s glee: – surprise! birthday cake On a stormy, wet winter Saturday – two days before Spring starts – we went to an Ikebana Show in San Francisco. I got lost in the complex displays. But I found joy in the elegant and simple arrangements. And:…
Hanging on the Wall: The Naive Art of John Danger and Friends
I have visited Papua New Guinea (PNG) several times, entering and departing through the noisy, disorderly airport at Port Moresby, the capital. I generally do not care much for Port Moresby – it is a grimly depressed and somewhat menacing town. But, my visits in 2003 and 2004 were brightened when I met some local artists…
Random Leaf
random leaf and I histories intersected in mindful present During quiet time, some may whisper into the ears of dried grass; or listen to the wafted murmers of zephyrs passing by. During quiet time this morning, I shared a few moments with fallen leaves – thinking about the momentary intersection of their histories and mine: a…