Tuesday, January 6, 2015


If you look close enough
a garden becomes a meadow,
walls give way to windows.

A magpie watches from the edge,
jaws at anything complex.

It is time to throw out mismatched socks,
the king-size that never fit;
stuff the cache in yesterday's hamper,
unfence simplicity.

We find beauty in clothespins, hairpins,
a line swaying behind a dryerless nest.
The wet towel we share.

tk/January 2015

A rare glimpse of R.A.D. Stainforth in color...his most beautiful read to date...


  1. Nice touch, Tess, the magpie! And how they jaw at everything. You make me want to share a wet towel, much beauty to be found.

  2. This is simply delicious. Especially the beginning. It reads like an opening to a treasured novel I can't put down until, the last word!

  3. These are the words to dress early January in, Tess!
    Happy New Year to you and yours,

  4. Unfence simplicity - beautiful, exactly what I'm trying to do for the new year.

  5. Lovely and simple. The best things in life are!

  6. It never ceases to amaze me -- your output, all this cleverness and beauty. And that R.D. is so dreamy --

  7. there is an ever present sexiness in your writes.

  8. Cool poem. I was just thinking about that - getting rid of all the mismatched socks - the other day. I prefer R.A.D. in black and white, for some reason. And I'm wondering who gave him an ironing board for Christmas. And who was holding the camera during this session.

    1. Marcheline, I was holding the camera...

  9. I love the "we" in the final stanza. At first read it felt like you were talking to me and I was part of the we... then I realized no. I was watching something much more intimate in that "we" -

    Deep contented sigh.

  10. Blogging is the new poetry. I find it wonderful and amazing in many ways.


Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)