Showing posts with label new york city. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new york city. Show all posts

Monday, May 7, 2018

A Newly Forged Flower

I stumbled a little
I turned around
 I almost tripped
 On UpsideDown!

Newly Forged Upside Down flower by the South Reservoir blockhouse, Central Park

Sunday, May 6, 2018

A Puddle of Petals

Among the grates and the heat and cement,
despite all the washing and cleaning intent,
in just the right light and on just the right street,
a puddle of petals may water your feet.

Amazing Building FirePlug showers smoldering sidewalk with Cherry Petals

Thursday, March 8, 2018

Is it Rain? Is it Snow? Is it Slush? No! It's ...


EXTRA!  Our ever-inventive Weather Persons have discovered a new kind of sloppy.  It's thundersnow!  It's thundering, It's slushy! It is drizzling, snowing, and sleeting!  The rain is freezing; the wind is pushing people around at 20 to 50 miles an hour!

Yet nothing, no nothing, can keep our wet, windblown and frozen-fingered  New York  lovers from crossing the street,

Sunday, February 11, 2018


I am born with beauty
surounding every twig and blade
refracting every color.
Touch me now
before I go.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Curly Winter Grasses

I'm a happy bush, just look at me
I'm up, I'm curled, I'm orderly.
The blizzards came, the blizzards went
And I'm still here, ubowed, unbent.
So wherever you are and whatever may be
When things get tricky just think of me!

Conservancy Gardens in Winter, Central Park

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Time Warp Tree

This piece of Urban Flora is a prime example of a Time Warp Tree.  Notice how it is confused and out of focus!  This specimen is carrying a whole forest of wilted fall leaves, and uncountable leaves that simply refused to fall.  Even the winter snow cannot discourage these soggy hangers on (or, if you like, hanger ons).  Looking carefully, we see greenish leaves still clinging on from last summer.  Notice as well the half enclosed trunk.  What is that about?

And to completely sadden one,  this Time Warp Tree is trying to shelter not tulips, not boxwood, but ice-encrusted garbage bags!  How thankless, yet noble. Time Warp Tree also appears to be wearing a tree-sized friendship bracelet.  Sigh.

Time Warp Tree with Red Tree-Friendship Bracelet

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Stalking the Waters of Life

Stalking the waters of life,
I tromped across the sea grass.
Stickers everywhere!
Foot by foot, squishing indentations
into the wet sea-weeded sand.
My soul is hurting for a kindred spirit,
I am seeking for a shimmer through my heart,
I am seeking an annuity of memories,
I am catching at life with a pole and a lure.
How do I trust these flutter things?
this glimpse without a substance,
these unborn wishes riding in,
pulsing, panting, pulling at the reins.
And there it is! The surf at last, pounding,
pushing into the grass-riddled dunes.

From the Southern Pump Station Block House, Central Park Reservoir

SEARCH UP AND DOWN FOR AN ICE-FLOW (Iced over puddles count!)
IF NOT, WELL, ADD SOMETHING! (a leaf, a stem, a pebble, a small pet).

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

The Act of Loving

Sneaking out the beauty in the stumbling places
Seeing bright red brick under the tarnished  episodes
Knowing for once the people underneath the rubble
Unearthing the best in show.

under the tracks 20120821-DSC_1798.jpg
Just below Park Avenue & 97th Street

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Ounce Wishes for Warm Water

For months now, Ounce has been trying his best to live in the city. The new light poles with their crossbars here in New York proved too seductive for even our Ounce! Building a nice nest inside a street pipe was irresistible: new, highrise, amenities -- but the noise! Horns, Traffic, and the Pigeons! It was just too much. Well, Ounce is finally back in the park, but it's winter. You know how Ounce is with's impossible to stay away for long. The other day we walked a little too close to Ounce's favorite sculpture swimming bowl. How disappointing, and after an entire summer of city life. Of course it's winter, and although the elements provide a little water sometimes, even gossamer metal is cold this time of year.


Saturday, November 2, 2013

Friday, October 4, 2013

That Old Master Weaver

Is there a pathway to that unknown destination?
Traveling, traveling, turning a corner here and there,
Labyrinths and crossroads, matrices and a web of life;
Is that a trace of the Master Weaver
Spinning out our destinies?

ducks on hrlem meer 20130928-DSC_3639.jpg

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Sunday, August 4, 2013

A Twilight Time

The night dies and a day is born,
when do we turn on the timing?
Is it the lights and the dramas,
or the harvests and the noon time bells?

Go ahead and take the stars,
for I have no more use for them.
Take the sun away and let me cope as best I can,
pale blacks and white greys will cover the differentiations.

Madison Avenue and 106th (dawn/dusk)

Your Mission, should you choose to accept it, is to pause midway between, say, this and that;
or between, say, here and hereafter, where and why, or whichever and whichnever.

Take a pause only long enough to see the commonality of things, and then--back to splitting seconds!

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Perseus communes with head of Gorgon Sister Medusa

Individual at Metropolitan Museum of Art holding virtual head

Perseus, Perseus Immitator, and Perseus Immitator's Frightened Observer at the Metropolitan Museum of Art on Perseus Immitator's Birthday

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

On Being Led Down the Garden Path

I heard about it a time or two,
This particular path is big taboo,
But what else is a person supposed to do?
The entire garden is calling for you!

There are blossoms!
and Sunlight!
and Forks to explore!
and the Birds!
and the Bees!
It's too much to ignore!

The leaves are so green and the scents are so nice,
Sometimes the answer is, Don't Think Twice.

garden path 20130707-DSC_3174.jpg

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Expecting a Ferry


A boat or ship for conveying passengers and goods, esp. over a relatively short distance and as a regular service.
Convey in a boat, esp. across a short stretch of water.
ferryboat - raft    

(Quiet, now....let's not cause disappointment.  I mean, even if the ferry is seriously late, there is always the chance of a raft...)

Harlem Meer in July 2013

Tuesday, July 2, 2013


Clutching after reality I make my way in the setting sun

(Seeking out the unlit door,
Paper bag rumpled in the corner,
Old man hunching up the dirty steps.)

I walk through the iron-studded door into the mythic sanctuary

(Walls covered with metaphors,
Banks of unlit penny candles,
Stained glass.)

I light the wooden stick from a nearby flickering prayer

(Smell the old dust and new wax,
Kneel on the seasoned wood,
Listen for the echoes in the cubbyholes.)

One for you, one for me, one for the middle ground


Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Constant Reminders Needed

To some people this photo may seem awkward, but in New York City we have a terrible time with people dropping their plows.

New York, Upper East Sude