a small stone

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Thu, 23 May 2013 09:22:00 +0000

a new box! Roshi can't help himself & disappears.

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Wed, 22 May 2013 09:21:00 +0000

by the time Brian finishes taking the orders for tea
Caroline is already bringing the first two cups in

looking round mum and dad's garden

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Tue, 21 May 2013 09:16:00 +0000

recognising the plants we have ourselves
making note of the ones we want
all our looking stained by self

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Mon, 20 May 2013 09:14:00 +0000

sprinkling words onto the page like seeds on the earth
which will grow roots?

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Sun, 19 May 2013 18:52:00 +0000

a torn-off slice of tissue paper moon

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Sat, 18 May 2013 18:53:00 +0000

from inside the chanting hall I watch them talking on the bench as they hold their cups of tea

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Fri, 17 May 2013 18:53:00 +0000

the plants are so thirsty I can hear them thanking me

writing

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Thu, 16 May 2013 14:03:00 +0000

next door's blooming apple tree
accompanies me between sentences

sangha

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Wed, 15 May 2013 14:00:00 +0000

one person x love = love
seven people x love = big big love

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Tue, 14 May 2013 14:01:00 +0000

turning the wheel on my webcam brings the wrinkles into focus

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Mon, 13 May 2013 14:01:00 +0000

a fine continuous spray of email shatters me into fragments

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Sun, 12 May 2013 20:07:00 +0000

the white slats of an empty chair
pegs on the line
apple-blossom
glowing as the evening drops

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Sat, 11 May 2013 07:20:00 +0000

the first two poppies of the year, zingy reflective-jacket orange

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Fri, 10 May 2013 07:20:00 +0000

too many too much
then, blackbird

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Thu, 09 May 2013 07:21:00 +0000

the apple blossom is here!

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Wed, 08 May 2013 07:36:00 +0000

next door's pegs through the drizzle: glossy commas of green, purple, cornflower blue

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Tue, 07 May 2013 07:47:00 +0000

permission to take an hour in the garden - putting my book down, the garlic bed gets a good weed

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Mon, 06 May 2013 08:08:00 +0000

californian poppies hang their buds, gathering energy for orange explosions

from 'Recipes for Self-Healing'

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Sun, 05 May 2013 08:08:00 +0000

"Apple and chestnut are the bisexuals of the world of cooking...."

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Sat, 04 May 2013 08:09:00 +0000

James is filming the bolted cabbage: the glory of greens & purples & blues. Mary writes at the table. Jo is out of sight with the pile of books she carried with her. In my book it says '.,.just as we are, this is crucial.' We are loved just like this - broken, failing, smiling at the world.

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Fri, 03 May 2013 08:11:00 +0000

pretty thistle

a ruff of violet filaments

circling paler curves

and on its neck

spring green

with a splodge of white mixed through

who chose

these colours?

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Thu, 02 May 2013 08:12:00 +0000

old sticks emerging from the new bank of earth
leaves like lizard-tongues
scarlet as chard
reflecting the bright top
of a toddler down the street

I can see him clapping

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Wed, 01 May 2013 08:14:00 +0000

two rolls of dog shit
the circumference of a cigar
to write about them I had to get close enough
to smell their musty sourness

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Tue, 30 Apr 2013 08:15:00 +0000

a ten-bud peony bush
delicious spheres
scarlet showing
like a glimpse of knickers

noreply@blogger.com (Satya Robyn) — Mon, 29 Apr 2013 08:15:00 +0000

frothy cones of buddleia

the colour of violet sweets