Lavender,
velvety herald of summer
and lofty dreams.
Lie among bees,
grasshoppers,
and flies.
Hum and buzz,
intoxicated,
by nectar and scent,
light in my eyes,
and magic, that always.
You are there, too,
presence as gentle as the bees
and more sweet, more mine,
dare I say?
Gaze upon the miracle,
waiting for nothing,
wanting summer food,
a hot dog
and a pile of potato chips,
lemonade,
and you,
to share it all with me.
Colleen Sohn
Tags: My Poetry
This is the light of morning, after an early rise Wednesday, thirsty after a late night date with Carson Daly. It was a good show that one, with music from The Naked and Famous, “Punching in a Dream” and “Young Blood,” and a beyond beautiful looking movie from director Benh Zeitlin called Beasts of the Southern Wild (review here). The fil-um is in the queue and the sounds are on the hi-fi. Sho-nuff and many thanks, Mr. Daly.
It was the first warm day for what seemed like ages, dry and sunny, and I wore a dress and sandals, no cardigan required. Hello summer, I’m so glad you could join us.
I drove downtown to pick up the hubster from work, and we headed northwest to Cafe Nell. All the windows were open, happily wrapping us in the breeze. I hit the jackpot with their drink called the Williamsburg – whiskey and absinthe, big and strong like ox! It’s a good thing I was not driving home because I couldn’t even finish one. I told you – I am a cheap date.
We ate delicious food worthy of kings: clams and frites! asparagus! trout! spring pea risotto!
A molten lava cake!
Just look at that spoon, eager to dive back in.
We also very much enjoyed the company of our servers, a whole host of handsome fellas in Levi’s, save the one black sheep with a brand I didn’t know, whose pillow perm was a perfect match to his sweet smile. We talked of music, being the black sheep (I am old hat at that), art, writing, and stylish spectacles. A very fine evening.
Here’s hoping the weekend, yours and mine, is equally grand…
Tags: Oregon, Portland, Restaurants
Don’t forget love; it will bring all the madness you need to unfurl yourself across the universe.
Mirabai
Tags: Quoting
For twenty-two dollars I can wear the scent that is my grandfather.
Silky lotion in a black tube.
Arsenic, a drop of poison returns me to childhood and a certain morning light.
Of summer and sleepovers and waking to the bubble and hiss of the percolator.
There is milk with coffee and sugar, brimming in a dainty cup scattered with roses.
There is tobacco from a tin and pipe smoke, heady, sweet, and fruity.
An ocean of traffic, wave after wave in our ears.
We are there, together and separate, cosy on flowered cushions.
A plaid robe and pink nightgown, slippers and bare toes.
No words spoken, no words needed, hearts filled with love.
Colleen Sohn
Tags: My Poetry
Next to a Portland rail yard on Friday evening,
and under the hum of the Fremont,
I swung on a trapeze!
A mostly indoor picnic with Jamee and her adorable little one on Saturday. It was sweet and fun and so very good to catch up.
Little Big Burger after the wind shield wipers went whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Mmm…
And Ruby Jewel after that. A Meyer Lemon Ginger cone for me and a Caramel with Salted Chocolate for him. Double mmm…
You light up my life!
Many a curiosity at Paxton Gate, but only one Jackalope.
Tin Can Siding
and Gothic Glass at the Portland Garden Cottages.
The barista at the Albina blew me a latte kiss.
My handsome bearded reader.
Home made pizza on a Sunday afternoon.
…
Happy Birthday, Alan and Chaz!
Tags: Portland, Restaurants
