my Father always toiled at the earth above the rocks he kept our yard a solitude of quiet and play a kinder garten circled by the elm hedge and shaded by the twin aspen it was always home and always work. my Father always toiled at our garden on the verge of my perception I…
Love Hate
Her kiss was sweet upon my breath gliding me into the forever of her lips Her barbs pungent purple blisters unintentioned welts upon my heart A spaghetti stain a noodle dropped a meatball gobbled a tender leaf I didn’t share A flavour complete Thai soup that blooms Caprese salad Margherita I would marry I cannot…
Whence
I am love hard toiled and sown tender and fresh I’m cultivated made of spring made for harvest dirty and raw I’m a mystery simply made spicy hot a culinary adventure I’m of this earth nourished by attention craving isolation I’m a moment a hope I’m a seedling a promise I’m garden a possibility in…
Fountain-head
Fountain-head waters arc Nasrid built symmetry white noise garden sanctuary blue. Tourist animating gazes watching upon belly moving mirror captures sky memories. ∞ Submitted as part of “National Poetry Writing Month – 2017” (#NaPoWriMo2017). Today’s prompt: write a double elevenie. What’s that? Well, an elevenie is an eleven-word poem of five lines, with each line performing…
Our Garden
Give birth to new life among young grasses and wild daffodils spring on legs still wet Till hearts prepared to taste a rhapsody of rain drops dripped heirlooms sown deep Sweep beams with sunshine walk the earth caught on sweeping swallow wings grow germinate grow Angry arguments pull like peeling paint from iris petals done…
Heirloom
Portal to our past Tomato Inheritance Indeterminate.” Gorgeous and fully ripe, this is one of the newest beauties from my heirloom tomato garden: a “Russian Cossack.” An indeterminate tomato, it falls between a salad and beefsteak depending on the actual tomato and with a beautiful green-gold stripe against the orange/red skin, the tomato is…
Herbs — A Gateway to Freedom and Abundance
As a child, I hated the family garden. It represented work. It represented indentured servitude. It represented poverty. There isn’t more evidence in my life of the difference perspective can make. Growing into a man, my perspective changed when my attitude changed — when I stopped working a garden for others and started working it…
Marinara Sauce … from harvest to scratch
There is making things from scratch … and then there is making them from harvest to jar or, in my case, from seed to jar. And as satisfying as all my preserves have been, there was nothing more satisfying than making my own marinara sauce with the tomatoes I grew myself. While the recipe that…
Green Cherry-Tomato Ketchup
Green ketchup … yes, homemade green ketchup made from the green cherry and pear tomatoes from my garden. So much of life comes from being in the moment and taking chances. When I took the chance to join The Canadian Food Experience Project, I didn’t know what I’d end up writing about let alone what…