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On a journey, ill, and over withered fields/my dreams go wandering -Basho

I am glad to be here and delighted to have the chance to share my thoughts and my writing with all of you. Pull up a chair and watch out for the kettle- he’s a little huffy.


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If you want a deeper look into how and why I write, take a look at my posts below.

The Careless Gardener

It is a careless gardener

Who leaves the lettuce to form great forests

Of inedible lettuce trees

And watches the juniper and strawberries

Become so tangled that everything

In the garden box makes

You a little drunk

A careless gardener

Who leaves the plants to bloom

And grow untrimmed

So that they climb deep

Into the mind’s memory

Of green and growth

A careful

Root cellar of resistance

Against the emptiness

Of winter

img_2186There is more than one way to feed

Gardens are food for more than one appetite.


For more multi-purpose feeding, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

Memento Mori

We think of the dead

as they connect to us

Through stories and pictures

ours and others

Through the physical reminders

left in their wake

Those who collect the physical

objects of dead women

Can separate the antiques

from the possessors

Can pretend that the light

catching the glass

is new to their eyes only

img_2238Some dead we hold onto and some we prefer to forget

Memory of what -and who- have passed is always difficult.


For more memories of the dead and the living, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

 

 

 

Garden Politics

The slugs were thick in the tomatoes

Curled into the leaves and scraping

holes

For the earwigs to fill

It was fireblight on the plum trunk

The plums defiantly sweet

In the face of death

Garden fruit and vegetables

all

Bearing proud battle scars

Nothing ate the zucchini.

IMG_2243Zucchini is a lesson that everyone refuses to learn

Survival is not necessarily a virtue.


For tales that don’t involve zucchini, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

Practical Metaphors

I would say that

Gardening is meant to

Feed the soul

But have you seen

The price of onions?

IMG_2142Rich in metaphors. Rich in onions.

You would think that I couldn’t find multiple ways to use onions as metaphors. You would be wrong.


For more metaphorical and practical plants, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

Sunny Daze

The woman didn’t plant the sunflowers the second year

The first year

she had tilled and let them settle and

in the fall

the birds came

and

as the weather worsened

the birds tore through the seeds

and spit out the pieces

to rise the next spring

in the fallow field

The moral of the story

of course

being that

Birds in bad weather will hock together.

(I’m not ashamed.)

IMG_2166Well, maybe I’m a little ashamed.

Sometimes you just have to commit puns. I make no excuses.


For more terrible puns, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

Glass Half Full

If you must set off fireworks

for six straight hours

(and make me ask existential questions

about how you have the income

of a small country)

I will take a moment

to appreciate

The moon

austere

and incapable

of hearing

IMG_2199I dream of space, beautiful and blessedly quiet

Always take the opportunity to admire beauty amongst the frustration.


For more neighbours, frustrating and otherwise, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

Growing Forwards

There were people and then there weren’t

The land a stripped wound

Left by their passage

Some things return and

Some things don’t

We still grow

We breathe

In the sun

The taste of

Joy

IMG_1975Joy is brilliant and fiercely fought

Damage is not destroyed but incorporated into the life that follows.


For more joy and growth from damage, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

why yes, i do garden, how did you know?

I could try to craft a torturous metaphor

Of the impending frost

That will reach deep into the ground

And the hearts of all things

Or I could sit in the sun

With a knife

And a bucket of onions

IMG_2109Onions wait for no metaphors

Gardening is bad for egos and good for onions.


For more growth and ego-puncturing, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

Gratuitous Self-Indulgence

Behind the mind’s curtain

Words frantically tumble

Into and out of place

That perfect combination

To transfer to duller ink

But sometimes

I just have to say-

Who’s a good boy

Who’s a very good boy?

IMG_2033You’re a good boy. Yes, you are.

Doggie.


For more adorable animals, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

Still Life, With Freezer

Wild blueberries come into season

With wild bears

A much safer gathering

Is the 50% off sale

At the local box store

(Enough cream and

You won’t even taste the

Freezerburn)

IMG_2087A harvest worthy of the finest southern exporters

Practicality is just as worthy a companion as romanticism. Tastes good with cream, too.


For more practicality and romanticism, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.