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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.

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.

Of Impossibilities (And Other Trellises)

So many people speak of things that can’t happen

In hushed tones of sincere smugness

That we decided to soothe

One of the smaller impossibilities

A minor god

In a major pantheon of

Closed doors

Our soil – infertile

Our weather – inhospitable

The first year even the crab grass retreated

It is a slow wooing

Of small things that shouldn’t be

Manure, trellises, and time

There is bedrock beneath us

And still these small blossoms

Open their impossible hearts

IMG_1997Persistence is the mother of possibility

Impossible dreams must be carefully tended.


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

Watercolours

There is something less than real

In the way the storm swells

The edges are less sharp

Blending into the undercoat

A landscape more watercolour

Than acrylic

The eye creating the distinctions

That no longer matter

IMG_1359The softening before the storm

I’m fascinated by the way water plays in shaping the sky and the landscape.


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

Cartography

Flowers don’t start in segregation

Our seeding was as balanced -and foolish-

As any ignorant gardener of the masses

The plants are shaped by the land

And the land shapes them

The war of the white roses

Claiming the wettest corner

While the thin line of flag

Irises

Holds firm to the sun

IMG_1484A beautiful map of invisible conflict

This is not actually metaphorical. Note: Don’t ever try to move rose bushes.


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