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The maps they all trace back
I assume the theory of construction starting on our street at the dawn of legality is that all right-thinking citizens are out of their houses and at their jobs by the time the windows start rattling, but as a person who works from home with massive insomnia I am just very tired. I am making a point of walking out for the flowers.
I love this driveway mirror because it always looks like a painting by Joseph Stella or Charles Demuth.
Which is very different from the soft shadow-crinkle of the day lily.
I missed the blossom and will come back in the fall to see what these fruits ripen into.
The hydrangeas and the lilies suggest the symbiosis of anemones and clownfish.
This enormous brush of lavender up the street from us scents half the block and was filled with bees.
Who were going about their pollen-collecting business and not being weird at me at all.
Kenneth Koch and Kate Farrell's Talking to the Sun: An Illustrated Anthology of Poems for Young People (1985) was not the first adult poetry I can remember reading, but I loved it as a child and since it is dead out of print, it seems only decent of the Metropolitan Museum of Art to have made it freely available online. It memorably introduced me to Frank O'Hara and Léopold Sédar Senghor. I made all sorts of connections between the words and the images that may or may not have been intended by the editors, but I also think that was the point. Reading any kind of U.S. political news right now feels like bizarro universe free-fall, but I appreciate this article by Rebecca Solnit.
I love this driveway mirror because it always looks like a painting by Joseph Stella or Charles Demuth.
Which is very different from the soft shadow-crinkle of the day lily.
I missed the blossom and will come back in the fall to see what these fruits ripen into.
The hydrangeas and the lilies suggest the symbiosis of anemones and clownfish.
This enormous brush of lavender up the street from us scents half the block and was filled with bees.
Who were going about their pollen-collecting business and not being weird at me at all.
Kenneth Koch and Kate Farrell's Talking to the Sun: An Illustrated Anthology of Poems for Young People (1985) was not the first adult poetry I can remember reading, but I loved it as a child and since it is dead out of print, it seems only decent of the Metropolitan Museum of Art to have made it freely available online. It memorably introduced me to Frank O'Hara and Léopold Sédar Senghor. I made all sorts of connections between the words and the images that may or may not have been intended by the editors, but I also think that was the point. Reading any kind of U.S. political news right now feels like bizarro universe free-fall, but I appreciate this article by Rebecca Solnit.