kid in a candy shop |
upon returning to the states from mexico, i will be accompanying some eight hundred species of vegetables, herbs and flowers from seed to fruition. so many stories: sonoran tepary beans, hopi corn, ne...
Posted by em pezzetta on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 12:50:00 PST |
hoy |
today i planted peas and herded cattle from atop a spotted horse.
myspace via some satellite,
a bit bowlegged,
em p.
Posted by em pezzetta on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 11:32:00 PST |
from new to old |
mexico. i'm moving down to chihuahua(sierra tarahumara(copper canyon)) for somewhile.
in the new year,
yours,
em p.w.
Posted by em pezzetta on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 10:44:00 PST |
last night's dream |
there was a rocky slope, with metal slabs standing on thin edges like the rigid pages of a newly bound book, some small trees, pinons perhaps, and stunted chamisa,zebras, shrinking down to pocketable ...
Posted by em pezzetta on Sat, 20 May 2006 09:36:00 PST |
usurping darwin |
evolution as it occurs through cooperation rather than random mutation and competition, all thanks to the ancient collaboration of 'our microbial ancestors' creating microcosmos of life...this is...
Posted by em pezzetta on Fri, 14 Apr 2006 07:34:00 PST |
. |
quantification, categorization, numbers and boxes
templates for definition with finite boundaries
symbols and icons and homogenous script
all embedded in the potential for collaboration and creativity...
Posted by em pezzetta on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 08:33:00 PST |
planting |
"...and when the seed that was brought to the ultimate degree of complexity has disintegrated into dust and forms a miniature chaos, then the whole surrounding universe begins to work on the seed, to ...
Posted by em pezzetta on Tue, 21 Feb 2006 12:36:00 PST |
colledimacine |
the priest who led the revolt against the fascists was named dionisio. the spirit of intoxication rallied its devout to resist becoming automatons in an imposed order.
a clothesline with chromat...
Posted by em pezzetta on Wed, 01 Feb 2006 07:45:00 PST |
la caccia |
blood runs down the path the rain eroded in the gravel driveway. i turn the corner to find lapo the farmdog, staring blankly at me, with beard dripping red. the deer's body is stripped, halved, and hu...
Posted by em pezzetta on Wed, 01 Feb 2006 07:21:00 PST |
your face is an invalid subject line |
my socks were again protruding from the holes in my boots, but i wore some suited to emerge brilliantly from the openings. red. sown with burrowing seeds of summer plants baled and stacked to kee...
Posted by em pezzetta on Thu, 26 Jan 2006 07:27:00 PST |
