Enough: poem, biking, bonfire

I picked up this little red book of poems of big ideas by Diane di Prima (1934-2020) at the airy bookshop/cafe Fitz Books. Originally published in 1971, Revolutionary Letters remains relevant, such as this letter #17 . . . we will all feel the pinch there will not be a cadillac and a 40,000 dollarContinue reading “Enough: poem, biking, bonfire”

Not the Daily News: ordinary life

Poet William Carlos Williams wrote: so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. Consider a yellow chair and a green shed. In 1986 I pulled this sturdy oak chair from a dumpster on Franklin Street in downtown Manhattan. I carried it around the corner to my artContinue reading “Not the Daily News: ordinary life”

Words & Pictures: finding poetry everywhere

It’s April 3rd and we are into National Poetry Month. Tim posted this haiku on Facebook today: Morning and still,A little snow sweeping,Across the deck. I wrote a previous post about the three simple lines. Now and then I create what I call a “Picture and Word Box,” essentially an image with a haiku. IContinue reading “Words & Pictures: finding poetry everywhere”

Wintering: another month to go

It’s in my DNA. Growing up in Western New York imbeds the feeling of cold, ice, and snow into the spirit. I did spend a few years in San Francisco where it never snowed. Tim lived many years in southern places that rarely saw snow, but he has been grandfathered into winter after thirty yearsContinue reading “Wintering: another month to go”