Tagged: herb

mama’s perilla

mama’s perilla
eventually takes over
the garden every

year, understanding that our
nervous system depends on it
.
20210614:1938
y

may we always have

may we always have
just enough to share – like growing
so much perilla

that we can invite both friends
and foes to heal what ails them
.
20200817:2053
y

perhaps it’s an age

perhaps it’s an age-
old story – coveting your
neighbor’s mint, and thyme,

and even dandelions –
makes for a bitter tonic
.
20200520:0841
y

when melancholy

when melancholy
grows leggy, be ready to
pinch back, harvest the

tips of every stem, maybe
refrigerate for later
.
20170904:2002
y

in the record

in the record
of how
perilla found its way
into our kitchen, inspiring
reverence, then
addiction,
it will be written
that the love of music
was inescapable,
and the tenderness
of wrists,
so naturally
interwoven
.
20121122:1316
y

my mother is stacking

my mother is stacking
dried persimmons neatly
into a Ziplock bag for the
season that i will be
away. as she works, she
expertly binds the nature
of the persimmon to
my memory – storage,
dosage, usage – with grace,
she braids into my
heartstrings the lore
of generations of mothers
sending forth their wisdom
ahead of a fixed departure
.
20100207:2152
y