Thirty Weeks Grounded
Not Important. Nonetheless.
I still miss the road.
My Travels. #10
Month: October 2020
Replay – of a previous, well liked post
October 1997, Moscow, Russia
Two days before this photo was taken, I was on vacation in Atlanta, Georgia where it was a nice 70 degrees . I returned to Moscow —where I lived and worked. On the flight back, as the plane made its final approach, l looked at all the snow on the ground covering the entire city. That is when I remembered, I left my overcoat in the trunk of the rental car at Hartsfield-Jackson airport in Atlanta.
Haiku Binge. #127
Autumn Soon Ending.
I Pick My Last Tomato.
Fall. I Bid. Farewell.
Haiku Binge. #126
I make my mind escape
Many hours I imagine
I am far away
Haiku Binge. #125
Weather Reporter.
An afternoon sunny sky.
Where on earth is it?
Notes From My Kitchen No. 5
Kale can be tricky
I said. Kale responded. Don’t.
Blame Me. Blame the Cook.
Rage and Clamor
Many Thanks to great weather for Media for publishing my poem, “Rage and Clamor” in their 2020 Anthology- Escape Wheel!
Notes From My Kitchen. No. 4
I like the kitchen on weekends.
But now I spend weekdays there.
During COVID Nineteen.
Here’s a pic of a prep
for stew.
I like to Imagine
I’m a artist in the kitchen!
“A man can be an artist… in anything, food, whatever. It depends on how good he is at it…”
—Christopher Walken, Man on Fire
Notes From My Kitchen. No. 3
from real potatoes
mashed, creamy, infused butter
not that box of flakes
Haiku Binge. #124
Autumn Clouds Create
Their Own Afternoon Contrails
Proud Jet Planes Stand Down
Jerry T. Johnson, Poet 