Dawdle Doodle Diary: Spring Fashions and Other Caution Signs

Spring slowly sprung the environs plush with dawdle walks and doodle weeds, tweets and posts poking up in the usual spaces, out of concrete poetry cracks, but in the midst of this year’s annual rush for life we were learning to breathe. Spring is just such the perfect answer to winter, one wonders shouldn’t one’s […]

after pruning grapes in winter

kee jaa gigrrijaa filled dawn      downtempo sound seep             ing                         ing                                     ing sleep ing in      water sprinkle plash bark dust bath. the little ones pleach             apple yellow irotollak frisson             bird dew squish.             A tugboat crow lands pushes off in creosote             dress    high in […]

Spring Waltz

The local nurseries and flower markets are loaded with starts, but I can feel the pink of the hard orange rose hips still sleeping, snoring in thorns, and hear the tiny golden broach just touching the iridescent crimson of the humming-bird’s throat. Spring came yellowing in a green coach, wavy red-orange hair billowing out the […]