Avocados Fall: An Ode
The opposite side of the forest trail was where they were, scattered like billiard balls on the topsoil, mostly intact and untouched by animals. The perfect ones without splinters on the skin were under the ferns, nested and shaded in the mulch-hummus. After the rain the...
UZBEK FOOD
Sunday, August 23, 2020
Roomie knocked on my surfboard door, early, and announced if I could cook Uzbek food. I said, text me the recipe. It was a curious dish: using lentils, root vegetables and herbs (specifically cilantro and basil), and with a touch of cabbage to cream the stew. I think I will turn out delicious....
THE COOK
Sunday, August 16, 2020
Photo by S.P., Lahaina, Maui
For Anne
The cook started the day by smelling the plumeria flower (pink-white) from the landlord’s tree, picked one, and relaxingly breathing it in. The dream last night was inspiringly simulacra: the mind creates an exposure, like film, and the last image before closing...
“The Vegetarian Myth”
Sunday, August 9, 2020
“I want my life— my body—to be a place where the earth is cherished. And I want eating— the first nurturance— to be an act that sustains instead of kills… How many rivers were dammed and drained, how many prairies plowed and forests pulled down, how much topsoil turned to dust and blown into ghosts?...
“THE LITTLE ROAD TO SEMI-EVER AFTER”
Sunday, August 2, 2020
Woke up this morning with all the intention of collecting the flowers blooming in so many pots on the porch and arranging a pretty vase with orange-head gentlelady nasturtiums, with suffuse bouquets of red geraniums, with purple boa heathers, with papery pink bougainvilleas, and with sweet yellow...
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