Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Basil, of course. All type of basil to all type of tomato. Go ahead, eavesdrop. Don't stop there -- listen-in on the whole garden. For what is a garden if not a linguistic wonder.
Monday, August 28, 2017
Roasted for an hour at 425 degrees these eggplants are shrived & charred to the world. Inside, a creamy & sublime wonder. Simply add cropped garlic & fresh red onion. Nothing else. Nothing more.
If we could see the insides of our alphabet (all 26 letters) what poem would be written? How would our speech differ? Would I still love the word "perhaps?"
Ah, when nightshade speaks, pay attention!
Sunday, August 27, 2017
from every perspective. This is the eye of summer looking into the mirror. Abundance is dizzy-making, isn't it. Can one eat too many tomatoes? Can one read/write too much poetry? For sure, it's impossible to hug too many plants. Remember: drink plenty of water, get good sleep & eat your nightshades.
Saturday, August 26, 2017
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Though not a bad idea for humans to heed the stop sign and look up at this magnificent Golden Rain Tree. Beguiling blossoms and arc of canopy. Is an ode or pantoum the equivalent? In the food world, it's definitely paella. But each to her favorite poetic form; each to her dish. P.S. Please note how the Golden Rain reflects upon itself. Quite the meditation.
of the Landfill. Albany Bulb. Last visit over 1-1/2 years ago and She is as powerful & elegant as ever. Like a memory of the favorite family meal. Like the first poem that startled & inspired. An embrace to the good. You know, She can dance, too.