Been cold in San Francisco
first, wet and rainy
now, chilly and damp
Roads roll out before us
no one knows
where the bends may go
Many thanks to Sandy River Review for publishing (most) of the following poem in their Fall 2016 issue.
Afternoon in Amsterdam
—for Roland Möe
Forget the red-light district
. toothless skirts from overseas
.. imported age-old fantasies
I ask the way to the Van Gogh show
. a bearded local walks me there
.. we smoke a bowl on a smoky bench
Inside, alone, nose close to canvas
. amazed by heavy strokes of pain
.. such violence in a starry sky
Someone tugs my sweater sleeve
. that beard with marijuana breath
.. twice my age, here to persuade
I say I’m hungry, leave the show
. he follows, knows a place not far
.. leads me back to his second-floor flat
Up steep and narrow bohème steps
. he serves up bowls of stovetop gruel
.. veggies and grains, a sweet-spice stew
Once he tastes, I try a bite
. smoke another bowl, relax, unwind
.. he lays a lazy hand upon my knee
Downstairs, distressed, I say I’m beat
. heading back to my hotel to sleep
.. he begs me not to go—Please, stay
Half his age, afraid of his long song
. I find my way to the red-light zone
.. still unsure if any road leads home
Last month, we had the house painted. The old paint was peeling off and just looked terrible. Last year, we put a new roof on the house. Now, we’ve got a fresh coat of paint. Plus, we directed the painters to pay close attention to the bas-relief, especially its flowery pattern.
Here’s a close-up of the bas-relief.
I was so moved, I just had to draw the house in my sketchbook.
Still moved, I decided it was time to start experimenting with some watercolor pencils.
Yep… Home, Sweet Home.
Thanks to Zingarapoet.net for publishing the following poem today.
Many thanks to the California State Poetry Society for publishing the following poem in California Quarterly.
The Tao of Doing Less
—Koh Tao, 2012