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.
Autumn Soon Ending.
I Pick My Last Tomato.
Fall. I Bid. Farewell.
I make my mind escape
Many hours I imagine
I am far away
Weather Reporter.
An afternoon sunny sky.
Where on earth is it?
Kale can be tricky
I said. Kale responded. Don’t.
Blame Me. Blame the Cook.
Many Thanks to great weather for Media for publishing my poem, “Rage and Clamor” in their 2020 Anthology- Escape Wheel!
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
from real potatoes
mashed, creamy, infused butter
not that box of flakes
Autumn Clouds Create
Their Own Afternoon Contrails
Proud Jet Planes Stand Down
Stroganoff Night
We Be Ready To Throw Down
Staging Seasonings
