I ski upon the memory of a path upon the snow fallen from the twinkling of stars long ago. I move along the path made glacial and hard by the many boots of men following me. I ascend a terrain which undulates noticeably up when early in my trek it was all downhill. I collect…
Ekadent
Ekadent the child in her unwinds the wool of words solitaire hummingbirds hover as she plays upon a butterfly table history bookworm devours the unbroken spines of libraries cookies a girl-guide hand reaches into depression glass friendship pilgrims ring brass bells through the Oregon grape trumpets big band jazz carpets lazy story-telling afternoons grammar disciplines…
Leftovers
Fortune was the recipe — or fate — it depended what was undercover in the fridge leftover from the week past. Tupperware containers half-filled last with remnants of meals: a roast of Dad’s beef sad butter crusted beans some old tomato dyed cold spaghetti some gravy for sauce. Tossed together my Mother of invention added…
Redemption
In you there is a Future for all Hope because love brings a confidence That want is enough for possible To see is enough to imagine. In you there is a Spirit that grows Born of light, it shines an innocence Spreads its wings over heavy shadows Chases the complex from simple love. In you…
Tails of Ice
Entranced by the colours of these warm ‘cattails’ … or ‘bull-rushes’ as we called them when I grew up. I still remember vividly the effect my childish hoarding of the fall rushes in my father’s shed had one warm day in spring when they all burst back to life and filled the shed and all…
Roasted Tomato Soup with Parmesan-Thyme Croutons
Childish memories were never more adult …. If you’re like me, tomato soup is synonymous with not only “comfort food,” but it is synonymous with childhood. And yes, for many of us in North America, it is also synonymous with Campbell’s condensed tomato soup. Hands up — please be honest now — hands up who…