Who speaks the language of tomato?

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.

Meditation on inside & outside

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!

Fractal sass

Heat wave in Walnut Creek and just looking at these otherworldly dahlias strutting their fractal sass makes me smile.  Cools me off.  Makes me want to eat garden tomatoes & roasted peaches & arugula & walnuts & tiger-eye figs & olive oil & pepper and, yes, a tad of salt.  Will the poem arrive as a bee sipping nectar?

Aloe tomentosa

Indeed
sometimes
words
say everything
necessary
and nothing
superficial
and say it
with a rhythm
the whole
body
or garden
or kitchen
can wrap
a tongue
around.

A banquet is over-the-top generous

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.  

Imagine a banquet of tomatoes & their friends

Where else but in paradise.  7th Annual Tomato Tasting Festival & BBQ yesterday.  Bloody Marys
& friends.  Poems to follow.

The correlation between good writing & napping

And the dream and the writing began with the same word:  tuna.  And the writing was his namesake: haiku.