Tagged: poem
making apple sauce
making apple sauce
while mama does her homework,
my daddy and me –
home is wherever we are
together, working towards home
.
20220924:1848
y
it’s the third or fourth
it’s the third or fourth
harvest of the season – our
shishito peppers,
mysteriously giving,
curiously holding back
.
20220923:0644
y
tofu is not gross
tofu is not gross
the way olives are gross – there,
i’ve said it, after
hearing more than our fair share
of anti-tofu sentiments
.
20220922:2132
y
we can easily
we can easily
rely on one another’s
comfort food to make
it through, borrowing spices
whose names we need not pronounce
.
20220921:1545
y
we have harvested
we have harvested
yesterday’s tomatoes for
today’s pasta, a
bouquet of fresh basil gave
up its breath to top it off
.
20220920:2237
y
dad searches for mom’s
the ice maker stirs,
the ice maker stirs,
makes ice after guests have gone
to bed, sorry, not
sorry, seeking affirmation
in the middle of the night
.
20220918:0814
y
traveling under
traveling under
the bridge at high noon, the sun speaks
only in morse code
.
20220917:1510
y
coming upon a
coming upon a
construction site at quitting
time, matching children
abandoning their toys, mid-
strike, to wash up for dinner
.
20220915:2002
y
yes, we were meant to
yes, we were meant to
unravel mysteries, meeting
every edge with past
patterns we’ve collected for
this purpose, becoming undone
.
20220914:2028
y
y 