Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.
- Pablo Neruda

Friday, August 21, 2015


Blooming Black and White
Copyright ~ Douglas Salisbury (with permission)

Take this flower, for example.

Such symmetry in design,
Such functionality in its purpose.

Name the parts.

Stamen, stigma, style.
Pistil, sepal,

For each part a name,
Each name a fragment, a poem.

It is a marvel of evolution,
A key to understanding existence.

Take this flower in my hand.

Dismember it petal by petal,
Let each drop to the ground.

Name the process.

Dismantling, division,
Undoing, breaking up,

For each action a name,
Each name a cruelty, a poem.

It is an irony of socialization,
A cipher of all known experience.

Born of love, we learn to hate.
A natural part of the whole,
We are content to destroy.


Susie Clevenger features the photography of Douglas Salisbury in her Bits of Inspiration.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Behavioural Study

It was a basic misconception: I loved you –
Ergo, you would, perforce, love me.

What resulted was a lot of wing flapping.


The inimitable Izy Gruye set us on the trail of Skinner and his boxes, for her Out of Standard Challenge: Pigeon Superstition.  While I felt like I had a much more detailed poem inside me, it turned out as mere syllogism.