Month: December 2016

Moleskine: December

Been thinking a lot of Montevideo… sketched a few things from Plaza Independencia…

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These were done super quick, rapidamente, sketching past the fear that they’d be bad…

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Went last night to the Hotel Rex for a reading of San Francisco travel writers…

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Had to sketch stuff quick before it moved…

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The reading was over in less than an hour… Stuff don’t last long… Gotta catch it on the fly…

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Afternoon in Amsterdam

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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

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I ask the way to the Van Gogh show

. a bearded local walks me there

.. we smoke a bowl on a smoky bench

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Inside, alone, nose close to canvas

. amazed by heavy strokes of pain

.. such violence in a starry sky

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Someone tugs my sweater sleeve

. that beard with marijuana breath

.. twice my age, here to persuade

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I say I’m hungry, leave the show

. he follows, knows a place not far

.. leads me back to his second-floor flat

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Up steep and narrow bohème steps

. he serves up bowls of stovetop gruel

..  veggies and grains, a sweet-spice stew

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Once he tastes, I try a bite

. smoke another bowl, relax, unwind

.. he lays a lazy hand upon my knee

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Downstairs, distressed, I say I’m beat

. heading back to my hotel to sleep

.. he begs me not to go—Please, stay

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Half his age, afraid of his long song

I find my way to the red-light zone

.. still unsure if any road leads home

 

Paint Jobs

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.

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Here’s a close-up of the bas-relief.

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I was so moved, I just had to draw the house in my sketchbook.

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Still moved, I decided it was time to start experimenting with some watercolor pencils.

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Yep… Home, Sweet Home.

Seashells

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Thanks to Zingarapoet.net for publishing the following poem today.

Seashells

                                                       —for Mary

Open like a seaside cave

  the waves roll in, roll out

    the bats fly in, fly out

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And then you come, brief tourist

  flashlight in hand, your oohs and aahs

    only your absence left behind

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The Tao of Doing Less

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Many thanks to the California State Poetry Society for publishing the following poem in California Quarterly.

 The Tao of Doing Less

                                                            —Koh Tao, 2012

All night, breezes brush the trees

  palm fronds imitate the rain

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When light appears, I rise from bed

  slip into the hammock on the stoop

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Dogs already up and down the beach

  island mynas pecking fallen garden seeds

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It’s enough for me, this warm humidity

  this balm to calm my aimless wandering

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Each morning, we wake to reinvent ourselves

  each day attempts to best the day before

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Though not today, not in this old hammock

  not with time before me like an open road

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This morning brings its gift of slow simplicity

  nothing but nothing wrapped in nothing

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I light a cigarette, take a sip of water

  scratch a bite that itches on my arm

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I have come so far to do so little

  give me more, give me more, give me more