Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Lunch With the Sole Survivor

- Kenneth Fearing
Meaning what it seems to when the day’s receipts are
       counted and locked inside the store and the 
       keys are taken home
   feeling as it does to drive a car that rides and rides like
       a long, low, dark, silent streak of radio waves
   just the way the hero feels in a smash-hit show
   exactly like the giant in a Times Square sign making
       love across the sky to a lady made of light
And then as though the switch were thrown and all of 
       the lights went out
   then as though the curtain fell and then they swept
       the aisles and then it’s someone’s turn to go
   smoke the last cigarette, drink the last tall drink, go
       with the last long whistle of the midnight train
       as it fades among the hills
Meaning what it seems to mean but feeling the way it 
   as though the wind would always, always blow away
       from home.
from: Kenneth Fearing: Selected Poems. Copyright 1936.

Monday, May 18, 2015

Kilt Monday!

'Cause let's face it,
Mondays can be so rough, hard, difficult.

Sunday, May 17, 2015


- D. Nurkse

The child tells me,  put a brick in the tank, 
don’t wear leather, don’t eat brisket,
snapper, or farmed salmon
—not tells,
orders—doesn’t she know the sluice gates
are wide open and a trillion gallons
wasted just for the dare of it? 

Until the staring eye shares that thrill,
witnessing: I am just iris and cornea,
blind spot where brain meets mind,
the place where the image forms itself
from a spark
image of the coming storm.

Still the child waits outside the bathroom
with the watch she got for Best Essay,
muttering,  two minutes too long.

Half measures, I say. She says, action.
I: I’m one man. She: Seven billion.

If you choose, the sea goes back.

Copyright 2015.

Saturday, May 16, 2015

It's A Garden Party - The Flowers Have Wings!

This feature, originally known as Saturday Farmer's Market, was created by Heather at Capricious Reader, and then hosted by Chris at Stuff as Dreams are Made on.

Say hello to the Western Tiger Swallowtail. Although common in the Bay Area, it's been years since we've seen one of these near our garden in the north.

S/he is enjoying the Lantana, not native to California, but drought tolerant none the less. In fact, while the rest of the garden - flowers, fruits, veggies - has been getting by on reduced water, I haven't watered this bed at all since the middle of last summer.  

QUOTE of the DAY

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

- Rainer Maria Rilke,
from: Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke.