moonshower

to a child running wild through florida sunshine, snowflakes were divine. pure fantasy. fluttering from the sky like the tooth fairy. something cut from folded paper and made sparkly with glitter during circle time. now, bones grown and wrinkled, i run into the flooding luminescence of streetlights, ignoring bare skin and the screech of rubber tires to turn white in the awe of swirling crystal and moon glow.

smiling at the absolute wonder of simple things

sweets

just wait and you'll see

whiteaker block party

ships

I've lost people.
waking to find them a memory.

will I watch them all go
or will I become lost in them?

my heart aches at the thought,
but I know it comes.

it is not important to pass everyday,
but to have a day with them.

to see them
and feel them
to give and take of them.

they may not come back
or stay
so always love the worst of them.

good is easy
good is given.

I will miss their perfect darkness
or they will miss mine.

to always meet them clear
and tender
is to honor their fragile beauty

in gratitude of this strange, sinking gift.

Do you know what I mean?

play. repeat.

caribou 

swim

four tet 

there is love in you

play. repeat.

hardcore pollination

 
Artist Opens First Plant Porn Theater

Cover your Iris!

exhale

Early morning. Late breakfast. First snatch of free time in three weeks and the sun is actually shining! I'm celebrating with Darjeeling and Rose bud tea, plus a spot of honey from my friend's hive.

Elvira surprised me with a sweet and much needed "cheer up!" gift of eight eggs from her fancy new chickens.  I made an omelette with English white cheddar, Lacinato Kale, and plenty of cracked black pepper, atop sprouted grain toast with Marionberry maple syrup glazed soysage.

Perfect medicine for my Saturday morning blues and ample fuel for a spring walk to the nearby hospital, where my dear friend awaits kisses and back rubs.

The Gypsy

Who my father was, what country I'm from,
In vain the people ask me
The first never existed and my home...
The earth that gives me fruits and flowers.

Wherever destiny leads me,
I find a smile, I find a love.
Why should I worry about thoughts of the past
When the hours of the present are glad to my heart?

It's true that tomorrow could cast a turbid veil over
The serene breezes waiting for me.
But if today, my skies are all blue,
Why should I worry about things that may not happen?

I am a plant, never frozen or bare,
That defies even the harshest winter.
If a leaf falls here, another will grow in it's place.
In every season I am full of flowers!

S.M. Maggioni

on a tuesday

Homemade shallot bechamel, vermouth cocktails, and salted caramels.
The Magnetic Fields (180 g), ladies' figure skating, and kisses in the kitchen.
All I need now is a puppy.......or a Maine Coon.

Okay, both?

Steven's Bombay Two
Pernod Rinse
Germain-Robin Brandy
Dolin French Dry Vermouth
Antica Formula Italian Sweet Vermouth
Cointreau

shaken and strained
with an Orange Twist

mmm...

phoenixing

 

Perched on the windowsill

Breasts pinched and cradled by bent elbows

Skull blossom, palm sepals

I am home from work

and boundless

Slow stretching clouds glide like heavy ships

Over a shadowed city that will soon turn green and furry

A song plays

Its sweet melody reminds me that I should write a letter   

But the sun is sleepy and me too

Pink-cheeked

I nestle into the open frame of infinite blustery azure

Yellow hair flits like flames and golden feathers

Teases baby fluff on spotted skin

Sinking sunlight penetrates my mind and splits

Big blue fills me

Vibrating and buoyant

Walls and glass melt beneath

My body suspended in dewy sky

Moist and glowy

Ships break apart

Gently fading in the slow burning hour

Fine gossamer rafts somehow hold my weight

Crystals cling to softness

Push through pauses

Expand space

Hexagons and emptiness

Inside me

The little potted saxifrage

Wind battered and bowed

Kisses my arm

Tiny red lips

Wide-eyed and teetering

Out of the blue

I am in my apartment

Reeling my hooked spine in from the ledge

Flowers in hand

Dream drunk

and humming

I don't need guitar lessons

just twigs.