chocolate is a verb

colors, flavors, whims and other growing things

found poem: with plump

found poem: HELL

found poem: unforgettable

found poem: WHAT IS

found poem: my wheat

found poem: space

found poem: the heart

found poem: to be

found poem: Earth

found poem: define

found poem: the broom

found poem: I grew up

found poem: the months


1954 DAK portraitShe was not someone I knew — her hair red, her lips redder, her earrings stilled from some distant flamenco rhythm. She was a model, captured by my mother in a single long sitting during an art class.

The portrait was small, and stood among five or six dozen paintings — some framed, some not — in the tall cupboard above the closet in her studio. The closet and its high shelf were off limits to me, but now and then Dorothy would recruit me to assist as she stood on the step-stool and handed down paintings, each one transferred to my hands with cautions about where I put my fingers and where and how I propped the painting against the wall in the hallway just outside her studio.

This ritual had some purpose, now lost to me. Perhaps Dorothy was looking for a canvas she could recycle, an image she recalled, an application of color or texture she wanted to revisit. The woman in the small oil painting was like a cousin I saw only occasionally, her story unknown, her beauty unchanging.

found poem: to locate

found poem: MY SECRET

found poem: poet’s

found poem: to write

found poem: in search

found poem: think back

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