It seems to me the cherry blossoms are even more beautiful as they fall. Long lines of pink along the streets. Hallways of rosy colours and small petals that tickle the road as they pass before you. This Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival is a wonderful thing. Thanks to Linda Poole for creating it.
even the blind woman
-Rosa Clement, Manaus, Brazil
Before I leave you with a fantastic photo of Yayoi and I, and a video clip, I’d like to let you all know I’ll be returning to the garden once again May 28-29 with the amazing bassist Dino DiNicolo.
Yayoi and I performing haiku.
This is a video of our performance at VanDusen Garden.
Yes. Maybe not the greatest pics of us – lol – but the new music is sounding great and so is the band. Had an awesome time at Shaw TV yesterday. Today, the Farm! The lower shot is me trying on outfits at my friend Marji Graham’s house. She so great!
When The Time Comes
For now, I will stay in the darkened comfort
of my bedroom, shades drawn down like half closed eyes
squeezed against the too bright light.
I will stay here as long as I need to.
When the time comes, perhaps at dusk,
when the light and the world are softer,
I’ll hear a robin’s song and be drawn outside
out into the blue dome of night with golden stars waiting
and see the new moon smile.
for the Bruschinis
Stellar band to enjoy tomorrow night @ PAL 581 Cardero 7:30 pm
Who left the beautiful Magnolia on my door handle, I wonder?
Transcendent Tendency/ 3 over 2
As we live ~ and die…
over the liquid land
a finely tuned sky poet
touches sympathetic strings
all held aloft by human invention
in this flying machine
I see the rhyming patterns of land and sea
how the liquid land coalesces
through bodies of water
bodies of people
wind and sand
the three domes
of earth, skull and sky
cranial patterns of earth
as by breathing
the double helix of life arises
How sweet to have multi – instrumentalist Hugh Fraser http://www.hughfraser.com and his trumpet playing partner and creator of the Hypatia Jazz Orchestra Lorae Farrell on my balcony for a creative sunset dinner with my co-host Bill Runge http://www.billrunge.com
what intelligent fun!
“Oom pah pah, oom pah pah, that’s how it goes… (Photo credit: bobfranklin)
brass quintet pumping away
little kids always in the very middle of the crowd
running, with their arms way up
into the palest blue of blues mountain air
late afternoon sun stretched out
like a big scruffy dog
belly cooling over the bricks
now the band shifts to a gentle oompah
a dalmation watches
his owner pump up his bike tire
in time with the music.
from my collection of poems
“Looking for Hymn”