Kitchen Reflections

Study the spoon and find round impressions
     distorted like thoughtless views.
Cold pans and pots awaiting work
     like minds watching television news.
Note the corner for kibbles and nestled dog fur
     unhidden like a natural laugh.
Small power motors empowering cooking tools
     just as scents awaken the brain's photograph.

Water runs on and on then off
     dedicated to usefulness - a parenting dream.
A messy drawer inhabited by junk
     parallels the sparkling ideas we have yet to scheme.
Imagine nocturnal drinking-glass coffee-cup battles
     silly yet resembles the petty elephants held within.
Finally a click of the light switch sounding off or on
     enabling sustenance day or night again.



- mailed to Connecticut - 
- artwork by Frank Stella - 

Slightly Faster

Riding while crashing into bumps
The wheels absorb hits
while the bum puckers

Traveling alone
a single mind on two wheels is allowed to wander alone
Barely piloting the terrain
lays a pathway for carelessly exploring the brain

Purple frame with yellow rims flash by
recognized from past roadways
Pedaling while steeped in dream

the road enables explorations of inclinations
toward a better state
Bicycles pedal forward
propelling lives ahead too



- artwork by Richard Artschwager - 
- mailed to New York - 


Curving perfectly around bones and veins and vessels and things
it grows, self-heals, and is resilient
keeps innards dry, yet gets wet happily

So soft at youth, so telling with age
it has color - color that in some minds separate
while others rejoice from the variety and beauty

People are covered by it
a joy to touch when love is involved
bless those doctors who must touch to heal, even when decrepit

Defies full understanding
in millennia colors adjust as needed - for climate
this age, hues preposterously and shamefully build barriers



- artwork by Francis Bacon
- mailed to New Jersey - 

Darkness Seen Through Light

Woman leaves her home.
Waits on a sidewalk
for a ride to arrive.
She is blind.

Am I blind,
conjuring mystical scenarios that never occur.
Not listening. Listening too intently. Helping when not asked.
Call me blind I suppose, for those.

But not like the woman, real blind.
Note her deliberate routine
weekly, daily, decidedly.
I see her dark vision through my lit vision.

Wonder why my blindness envelops me.
Issues appear obvious once I see the understanding;
breaking my back to understand.
When I see, the woman, it encourages vision.



- artwork by Christopher Payne
- mailed to Maryland - 


Money carves a blurry path, muscling through rivers of unknowns - 
Illuminate that. Bury this. Ignore those. Amplify what..
Cunning money, 
with all its coldness,
performs chores without breathing.
Disingenuous, hmmm, but accepted as currency.

That river's current pokes slippery hands into the invisible air,
offering free money, selling freedom.
The current has deliberate, diabolical intent.
But another currency exists. An emotional one.
Debilitating and exhilarating when allowed to flow -
emotional currency. Spend it. Save it. Let it move everything.



- artwork by Bridget Riley
- mailed to Pennsylvania -

Why Do

why do we do it

I do it to be around beauty - art mostly, imagination usually.

To experience good and troubled times with a select few - let's call them family.

To have an impact - though very few do, or realize to.

To generate goodness - a multi-faced target.

To give my best - to any thing I can do.

why do you do it



- artwork by Alexander Calder... -
- mailed to Michigan - 


I'm lucky to have you, he says
How do you mean, they say
You can take me there when I cannot, he says
Yes I will, they say
You eat with me and think to me, he says
I am all here for me and you, they say
You respond to my touch and tales, he says
My stories intertwine, first slowly then intricately, with you, they say
There is trust when you feel me, they say
You increase and decrease my heart, and rate, he says
You are the evolving one for me, he says
I like when our minds brawl, they say
You brawl and I bawl, feeling that sinking internal ache, he says
We construct histories, extending our reach, they say
I know you. I just want to look at you now.




- artwork by Yayoi Kusama - 
- mailed to Wisconsin - 

Catching The Reveal

The Reveal sits at this desk when I write.
Tapping tinkering mumbling aloud, just
waiting for the sparrow to transfer a rhyme.

Eyes close, open, seeing zero in front,
yet begin finding the Reveal
suspiciously perched just behind.

Slow slow Reveals satisfy the starving artist type.
But Reveals come fast as hummingbirds too,
to be worked and worked and worked into.

People will sometimes reveal themselves.
The pace may vary, very fast to very slow.
In time the parrot sings, revealing songs to the listening.



- artwork by Lakin Ogunbanwo
- mailed to Illinois - 

a gentle assurance

a boy loves a girl
and a rock
barely noticing either - while avoiding a loose tooth during brushing

he believes the girl who lives above
she says they are good friends
and you love friends - according to mom

the boy feels good eating - also kicking rocks
he supposes they serve the same purpose
just the same as girl-loving

that rock he kicked all the way from the library
saved that one
showed that one to the girl - and liked it

they both felt nice
it mysteriously reassured the boy
then he forgot - and again kicked a rock, with a nagging hint of more



- artwork by Adam Moskowitz, "Counterform Forest River I"
- hand written and mailed to Indiana -

Looking Aside

Pull focus around them
Noting the details surrounding them
Their loves illuminated by weight of importance
Always look to their side
This is where little angels reside
Protecting that loitering wisdom awaiting attention

Give them a stage to profess their joy
And listen intently as their flow is employed
Catching those unspoken everyday details

They  are a stranger
They  may be a friend
Or they  is you, unaware and blinded by you



- artwork by David Hockney
- mailed to Kentucky - 

Heavy Days

Heavy head, hands the body a lack-luster step
If only, head controlled solely critical body functions
Head might let the body bounce and jig during stark times

As it stands, a body can tighten and hurt
Depending on the condition of said head
It is fair to nobody-and-nothing simultaneously

If the body were to enforce its girth upon head
The powerful influence might encourage a change
Particularly when head requires, or simply desires, to lie
In bed



- artwork by Billie Zangewa - 
- mailed to West Virginia -