1. Rig

In order to be a functional professional tomato slicer

You need a pair of slip-resistant shoes

You need an apron

You need a hairnet (plus a beardnet if your facial hair exceeds 1/8″)

You need six gloves, and each hand must wear a glove sandwich of vinyl glove, mesh-cloth cut-resistant gloves, vinyl glove (nitrile gloves may be used instead of vinyl if there is an allergy)

You need protective sleeves on your arms

A compliant work uniform

A large container to throw tomato scrap in for possible use as salsa ingredients

A sheet tray (layman’s “cookie sheet”) or the lid to an XXL container to rest the hand-operated tomato slicer on that will keep tomato juices and seeds from making a mess on your station’s work surface

Product trays to put the sliced tomatoes in

A roll of 12″ plastic film in a box with a built-in cutter to wrap the tomato trays in

Labels that accurately describe net tomato weight, creation date, use by date, and description (“Sliced Tomatoes”) to affix to the plastic film after wrapping

And you will need two tomato slicers,

One of which is yourself

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2. Ma

I never called my late ma Ma

Nor even called her Mother

But since our time is limited

I call my brother Brother.

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3. Role

Today I have been a sleeper, an alarmist, a driver, an idler, an employee, a tomato slicer, a diner, a puzzle solver, a correspondent, a customer, a distant admirer, a fertilizer manufacturer, and a poet. The last two roles are not mutually exclusive.

Betty Bacall won Bogart’s heart

Bette Davis was Baby Jane

And Bettie Page; ah, she was naughty and smart

Turned bondage to Craft and fetish to Art

But all three had knocked over an applecart

For delectation and gain

All are gone but all remain.

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Ted Williams Ted Danson Ted Kennedy too

One hit one kept bar one made scandal

One demonstrates what might testosterone do

When a man burns the hedonist’s candle

One went out a slugger one’s still in the mix

One hung in and passed legislation to fix

The wrongs of the right with their stones and their sticks

So it goes as new parents will dandle

All the babes bills and bliss they can handle.

a shoebox contains what was on the dining room table in a year-plus accumulation

not the bottle caps nor burrito wrappers nor anything else that would be considered “trash”

rather the shoebox contains what might be a regrettable loss if discarded

there are many business cards with appointment reminders and receipts and addresses of good friends and incomplete poems and illustrations on index cards

and the owner of the dining room table, the sole resident of the apartment, applauds this baby step towards a sane conductance of his daily life

but knows he has merely checked in at base camp for a climb of mount kilimanjaro

but it’s something

Awe Inspired Fun

As divers from the sky fall to the earth

With flying-squirrel tech and Plan B chutes

Engaged is one on guessing her net worth

Involved’s the other, flexing lats and glutes.

Now cliffsides peel away and greenswards beckon

Santana riffs and Dylan lyrics meld

Puréed epiphanies lend sense to reckon

Intrinsic navigation of the veld.

Released by ripcord pulls, the chutes unfurl

Engendering the braking of the falls;

Delivering safe-passaged boy and girl,

For yet another ride unbound by walls.

Umbrellas, canopies and awns are things

Now alchemised to take the form of Wings.

in these climatically incendiary times

and in this dutch oven we call the valley of the sun

the weather guy on kjzz referred to the temperature range for the next few days as “in the one-teens”

meaning between 113 and 119 degrees fahrenheit
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the jackass in the white house talks of buying “or annexing” greenland

were i a conspiracy theorist i would say that his climate change denial plus his collusion with the petrochemical predators in fucking up the environment were part of his sinister plan to make greenland one of the only inhabitable places on earth

so that with “annexation” (rape with violence) he would consummate the biggest real estate deal of all time

while simultaneously extending the trail of tears into the 21st century and into the arctic circle

since approximately 89% of greenland’s population is indigenous greenlandic inuit

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but i am not a conspiracy theorist

drop a syllable and i become a piracy theorist

and my theory, backed by circumstantial evidence of the long history of theft and fraud and pillage perpetrated throughout his career

is that donald trump is a pirate of the worst sort

of the same ilk as spiro t. agnew and Bluebeard

and he’s given this country a jolly rogering since day 1 of term 1

and should be made not to walk the plank

but to walk a mile at high noon here in phoenix

wearing speedos and flipflops

with the temperature in the one-teens

“The King Hath Received His Comeuppance,” 11″x6″x4″. Work in progress.
“Surviving Pawn,” 3″x2″x2″.
“Wizardly Bishop,” 3-1/2″x2″x2″.
“Somebody’s Queen,” 10″x4″x5″. Work in progress.

This morning brought a three-hour session of improvisational sculpting at PIP Coffee & Clay. I broke some new ground by doing the heads of the larger-scale chess king and queen using pinch-pot technique rather than wheel-throwing for their heads. It seems a more intimate, tactile way to do portraiture.

some kisses were perfunctory

and merely punched a ticket

whilst others were spelunktory

bilingual and wicked

but in between were sacred blossoms

from orchid girl to duchess

as just as sheer as gossamer gossams

electrifying touches

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her holiness of honeyed voice

still calls her now and then

she lives alone by fate and choice

but likes to chat of when

last century they had a time

and as she reminisces

a mountain goat resumes her climb

enfueled by sacred kisses