She forever lost
In the space between moments
Gently probes the rain
Chagall 2017
Archive for October, 2017
Sometimes I sit at piano and shape chord-forms freely in space,
handsome constructions of arched fingers tugging opposing motions
in search of dissonance, evading harmony, while she intones beautiful
random sounds like words aimed at resonant chambers, her voice round
in the room with a touch of rasp to alert the world that she is kindred;
her melody shifts odd intervals and tempo-free meter, we float
in time and heart in perfect poise aligned without tonic, we resolve at will
or not at all the upper partials of our tension, we modulate
How often we’ve stopped mid-phrase and have kissed without losing tone or
the shape of our song!
Chagall 2017
To those who insist I’m not able to string more than two lines together
I say Rubbish!
Chagall 2017
In the tall neglected garden grass
lie lost treasures.
Chagall 2017
Cuisine is art leveraging technique, while
baking is art about science. Une otre profiterole?
Chagall 2017
Avec moi à la fin en train de faire des …comment on dit…profiterole?
Alone in the kitchen tonight, the shadows of the arms on the counter
could not have been mine, based on the position of the overhead light.
Chagall 2017
Alphabet City 