Thursday, October 31, 2013

Halloween

To celebrate my favorite holiday this year, we dressed up like pirates and went to Burgerville for breakfast. Then we did the usual low-key Halloween thing over at Gladstone. The kids dressed up like firefighters (thanks to a firefighter jacket the pre-schooler borrowed from his classroom over the weekend). I dressed up like a pirate (for the first time since I met my husband) which was fun. ;) The weather was actually nice too--no rain! So we did a little bit of trick-or-treating at the town square, the kids got to go in the fire engines, and we came home and carved our pumpkins.

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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Late October

It's the end of the month, almost Halloween,
There's a carpet of yellow leaves spread out under the cherry tree,
Squirrels and crows haggling over tennis ball sized walnuts on my back fence,
Blueberries on fire, all red and orange,
Golden leaves twirling from the neighbor's birch tree,
Occasional glimpses of sun, golden fire through a heavy blanket of grey clouds,
The stubborn green of the apple tree spattered with dabs of impressionistic yellow,
A few red apples lingering on top,
A few leaves drift down from the cheery tree every time the wind blows,
Blue holes in the grey sea,
Red berries in the Hawthorne trees, like Halloween candy,
The world bathed in ethereal light,
The last sunny days before those early nights and rainy days of winter.

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Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Powell Butte

I decided to go to Powell Butte today, while we're having this crazy run of sunny weather. I haven't been in at least 5 years, so it's been awhile. Since we're still in the height of mushroom season, I figured it might be a good place to go looking. These mushroom walks have been a really fun thing to do with Cedar, he's so into it, and as good at spotting mushrooms as he is at finding agates.

Powell Butte is a small mountain, probably part of the volcanic/dormant cluster that we have here in Portland. As far as mushrooms go, it's a Douglass fir forest with an understory of vine maples, big leaf maples, and lots of ferns, so that means there's lots of mushrooms. In the summer it's also full of red huckleberries (Vaccinium parvifolium).

So we walked around for about an hour and a half and saw lots of mushrooms. Lots of delicate airy marsmius, tons of little mycenas and collybias, amanitas, russulas, various cup-type and polyphores, and on the logs in the parking lot, turkey tails, and some dramatic looking sulfur tuft.

On the way out, there was also a nice bonus of ripe huckleberries on the way out! Yum!

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Monday, October 28, 2013

Frost!

There's a frost advisory for tonight! Earliest one I can remember ever...usually we're good through Halloween! Now I'm frantically harvesting what's left of my herbs, which fortunately isn't much. Thankfully, this isn't a big garden year for me, but I'd be in trouble if it was...I better get out there and get those pumpkins inside.

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Friday, October 25, 2013

Cannon Beach Blues

The itch,
87 miles,
Another year,
The immense pull of the ocean,
2 cranky kids,
Driving too fast,
Mushrooms and salal cheering me on through the pass,
Hit the junction,
And jump south,
And hit the gas,
There's sunshine up ahead,
I was born ready to go,
Painfully white sand,
The litter of seagull feathers,
Sea grass like some improbable Medusa's hair,
2 huge rocks,
A laughing boy, and crying baby,
Calm blue seas,
Mussels and razor clams,
Jellyfish and sand dollars,
Balm for my soul,
I never want to leave

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Monday, October 21, 2013

Mushroom walks

Found "Mushroom Demystified" at the library, and its the height of the fall mushroom season, so we've been having a good time with that around here.

My son is fascinated by mushrooms, and October is prime time for seeing them. We've gone on a lot of hikes lately and I've been pointing them out to him, since he keeps asking about them. He grew up watching me harvest them in the woods as a baby and still remembers it. I figure I may as well teach him, since he seems to have the gift of finding even the tiniest ones. He's as good at spotting them as I am, so basically, I'm trying to impress upon him that many of the most beautiful ones (e.g. the Amanitas) are dangerous.

We went to Mt. Tabor, where I haven't been in probably 3 or 4 years now. There's big gorgeous conifers there, and lots of shade, so we saw tons of Amanitas, Russulas, Boletes, etc. The battery on my phone died, so I didn't get as many pictures as I would have liked, but enough to play around with IDing them.

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Friday, November 02, 2012

Pumpkin Dal

Pumpkin Dal Now that Halloween is past, I’ve got a pile of pumpkins I need to do something with. My preferred method of recycling is to eat them (squash have a ton of vitamin A). Here’s one of my favorite recipes, a nice warm pumpkin dal, which is just the thing to take you into late fall/early winter. It makes a ton, so you can either feed a crowd (or plan on freezing some for easy eating later).

Ingredients:

*Dal (The word “dal” is a pretty generic word that covers a huge spectrum of beans/pulses that are commonly eaten in India. The reason I’m being vague is because this recipe works well with almost anything. Probably the easiest thing to use is dried lentils, dried yellow peas, or some kind of mild white bean. Depending on the size of the pumpkin you’re using, you’ll either use 1 cup (dried) for a small pie pumpkin, or 2 cups (dried) for anything bigger.

1 Pumpkin (whatever you have leftover from Halloween), size doesn’t matter much. You’ll either need to peel it and chop it up into bite sized pieces first, then cook it until soft (tedious!), or skip all that and simply roast it in the oven at 300 degrees for a couple of hours (my preferred method-it turns into a nice soft mush and you can just scoop it out with a spoon and skip the knife work). If you’re using a jack-o-lantern (as opposed to a culinary variety), be aware they exude a lot of water during the cooking process.

1 Onion medium(chopped)

Oil for frying onion (coconut oil or ghee tastes even better, if you have those)

1 Tbsp curry powder (any kind you happen to have on hand will work)

Oil for frying onion (coconut oil or ghee tastes even better, if you have those)

Water (amount depends on dal being used-a general ratio is at least 3:1)

Salt to taste

Optional but good:

Garlic, finely minced (however much you like)

1 tsp Ginger (finely minced)

Chili pepper or cayenne (if you want it to be spicy)

1 tsp Amchar powder (powdered green mango)

1 tbsp chutney (whatever kind you like)

Cilantro, (finely chopped), to taste

Method:

Wash and chop pumpkin into bite size pieces without skin, and cook in a pan with a little water until soft/mushy—or simply roast whole in an oven for a few hours at 300 degrees, then scrape the soft flesh out of the skin and set aside for later. Regardless of how you get there, the pumpkin should be a pile of mush when you’re done.

Chop onion, and fry in a large pot (at least 6 qts is recommended) with the oil with the curry powder until onion is soft/translucent.

Add dal, and stir well (so that the dal soaks up the oil/spices.

Add an appropriate amount of water for dal being used. When in doubt, err on the side of too much since dal usually soaks up water like a sponge anyway.

Bring to a boil, stirring often to keep dal from sticking to the bottom of the pan and/or forming clumps. Add more water, as needed to maintain a nice soupy consistency.

When the dal is well-cooked (in most cases, rather soft/mushy), add the pumpkin and stir until well mixed.

Add any of the optional ingredients at this time.

Simmer on low heat for an additional 15 minutes or so.

Serve hot, as is; or you can serve with rotis, naan, or rice.

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Sunday, November 27, 2011

boletus

One of the distinct advantages of living on the Oregon coast is the plethora of wild edibles. Throughout the year, it's a virtual buffet of foraging happiness--seafood, of course, seaweed and kelp, berries of all sorts (especially huckleberries), and at this time of year, mushrooms. You don't really have to look hard for any of these lovelies, they're everywhere.

When it comes to fungi, we're blessed with an abundance. In addition to all the beautiful, but deadly creatures, and some interesting "recreational" types, we have an ungodly quantity of choice edible mushrooms in this oh-so-perfect climate of constant moisture (rain, mist, fog) combined with good habitat (the right combination of conifers), and consistently mild temperatures, regulated by the Pacific Ocean. Mushroom season is long enough to procrastinate a few weeks without worrying about missing it entirely.

So when I think of it, I go off rambling in the woods, and try to remember to bring something to carry them home in. But you don't have to go far off the beaten path here. You can find chantrelles in the darndest places, and boletus edulis can be found over by the neighbor's driveway or pretty much anywhere where there's a stand of pines (which is almost everywhere). Sometimes the slugs get to them first, but I've been able to find quite a few nice ones, and have been enjoying them in a variety of culinary adventures. (And no, I haven't killed anyone yet).

This is one of the many reasons why I think I'm very likely to get myself "stuck" out here for quite awhile...or at least as long as I can persuade the federal government to keep me on the payroll. When you can pick fresh chantrelles in the woods, why would you ever want to leave?

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Saturday, September 11, 2010

Hood River

Today I hooked up with an old friend that I haven't seen in awhile, and took the babe on his first trip out to the Hood River Fruit Loop.

It was the perfect day for it--when I woke up, it looked like it would be cold, gloomy, and kind of miserable, however once we got out to Hood River, it was sunny, gorgeous, and in all ways perfect for this excursion. It was a beautiful sunny day, but the kind you only get in September (I call it Octoberfest weather because it's the kind of weather that you hope for if you're going to Oktoberfest out in Mt. Angel. So being an absolutely perfect day for it, we drove around, took in the scenery, picked some fruit, bought produce at farmstands, tried some apple/marionberry pie, petted alpacas (and other critters) and generally had a fabulous time. I came home with an insane quantity of pears. I'll have to go back when it's apple season (a bit too early yet).

The babe seemed to enjoy all the excitement. He was a good sport about being in the car all afternoon, and loved looking at all the animals we saw. I'm glad I didn't leave him at home with daddy because he had a great time.

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Thursday, September 18, 2008

It's applesauce time!

Once again, it's that time of year, time to make gallons of applesauce. When August's dry heat grates on my nerves, fruit flies seem to get a bit too prolific, and the winds are kicking up dust, there's at least one thing to look forward to-APPLES!

I get very excited about September. For one, it's back to school (before the novelty wears off). For another, it's the season of windfall apples. From August-October, the alleys, curbsides, sidewalks, and streets of Portland are full of apples that have fallen off the tree. Generally speaking, it seems that nobody in this day and age has any idea what to do with the all those apple trees growing in their yards. Sadly instead of being used, they typically fall down, hit the pavement, rot, and collect an admiring horde of buzzing bees and boisterous yellow jackets. But it doesn't have to be this way.

Lucky for me, I guess, that there's so many free apples for the taking. One of the cruelest things that's afflicted me since childhood is the absolute inability to eat anything except homemade applesauce. The blame lies entirely with my grandmother, whose homemade applesauce is the standard by which I judge everything. I'm sure there was nothing terribly special about her recipe or technique. The only thing I recall her doing is chopping up the apples she picked and cooking them down until they were absolute mush (and adding sugar if perhaps the end result was lacking in sweetness). To my palate, it was absolutely divine.

For some reason though, apple sauce that comes in jars at the store tastes absolutely nothing like this. For one it's absolutely bland--it doesn't seem to have any taste at all. If can you get past the total lack of flavor, there's still the texture. It's all wrong...to me, commercially prepared applesauce has a texture that's just weird...kind of mealy and strange, not smooth and creamy like the homemade stuff. Needless to say, I NEVER EVER buy applesauce at the store. If I'm in situations where I have to eat it, I pour tons of cinnamon and sugar on it to trick myself into thinking it's not horrible.

Fortunately I did learn how to make it from watching her. Making applesauce is extremely simple (small children could easily help do this), although a bit labor intensive. I deal with that by making it one of my seasonal chores that I plan on doing once a year. The only thing you need to make applesauce is a supply of apples, some large pots, and something to store all the applesauce in.

The first step is to acquire some apples. A lot of apples. Needless to say, if you don't have to pay for them, that would be best. If you have your own tree, this is the answer to what to do with all those apples that you didn't know what to do with. Otherwise, be on the lookout for neighbors whose trees are accumulating tons of fallen apples at the base, old apple trees on vacant lots or abandoned farmsteads. Sometimes you'll find them in the darndest places due to the nature of urban sprawl and rampant development...I know of a rather lovely apple tree that's growing in a corporate office park. If for some reason you live somewhere where there's literally no appletrees around (like NYC) your next best option is a trip to the countryside where there's U-Pick apple orchards. Only as a last resort would I recommend actually purchasing them retail at a store. To make applesauce you need a really large quantity of apples (think of full grocery bags full of apples), so this is not something you want to buy if you're paying more than 79 cents a pound. If you're totally screwed and have nothing available but expensive store apples, you might as well do something more manageable like bake a pie...those are good too.

The next thing I should mention about free apples is they're usually free for a reason--don't expect them to look like those waxed beauty contestants in the produce sections at the grocery store (wax is what makes them look shiny, real apples are rarely "shiny"). For one, free apples are completely "organic" in the sense that they came off a tree that's never been sprayed with the dozens of nifty chemicals that commercial orchards use to deter the hungry hordes of insects and pests that like to afflict apples. So for those of you who are trying to eat mostly organic foods, congratulations, this is about as organic as it could possibly get. What this means though, is that there's probably some worm holes, bad spots, deformities, and other cosmetic afflictions. Fortunately appearances aren't everything when it comes to cooking with apples.

When it comes to applesauce, beauty isn't what you're looking for in apples. Just close your eyes to all those cosmetic blemishes, and pick up anything you find that's structurally intact, doesn't have huge soft spots, isn't blatantly rotten, and isn't crawling with ants and other insects. A few holes are fine. A small brown spot or two won't hurt you. You'll be peeling and cutting the bad spots out anyway, so as long as it's nothing major, you can ignore it.

As far as quantities go, you'll need as many apples as you can acquire. Think brown paper bag! Apples cook down to almost nothing, so you will be able to cram tons of chopped apples into a pot, only to discover that the pot's half empty when you open it and they're fully cooked. Fill up a bucket full! It make take several days to acquire enough if you're scrounging around an neighborhood, or you may happen upon one very heavily laden tree and it will meet all your needs. One thing I don't recommend is storing found apples indoors if you can help it because they will create a fruit fly problem quickly.

As far as varieties go, it really doesn't matter which ones you use. My usual strategy is to acquire as many different varieties as possible--some sweet, some tart. If you use a combination of red, yellow, and green, you should have a complex array of flavors to work with. Reds are usually sweet but bland. Yellow apples are often ideal for applesauce. Green apples of course are very tart. Any one of these alone might be too bland or tart, but combined with another, often works nicely.

Once you have your pile of apples, you will need to chop them up into chunks. I own an apple peeler (The Apple Peeler, Corer and Slicer), so all I do is peel and core, then cut out anything that remains that I don't necessarily want in my apple sauce. (If you decide to get serious about cooking with apples, this is a good thing to have.)

If you're doing it with a knife, get ready for some chopping. Invite some friends over to make it all go a bit faster. You don't necessarily have to peel the apples, in fact I actually like a bit of peel in my apple sauce. You do need to core them to ensure there aren't any apple seeds in the final product, however.

The apples will turn brown once they're cut up and exposed to the air. If this bothers you, then you'll need to sprinkle them with some lemon juice to inhibit the oxidation. If you don't have lemon juice, immersing them in water kinda helps too, but everything floating on top will still turn brown. I for one don't care if they turn brown-it doesn't affect the flavor any, and I kinda like the apple butter look.

Once you fill up your pot with apple chunks, add a few cups of water, just enough to coat the bottom to keep the apples from scorching. This also facilitates the breaking down process by creating steam. It doesn't take much water because apples are already mostly water and sugar. In fact too much water can be bad, you'd end up with apple soup instead of apple sauce. If you let them cook for about half an hour, you usually can start mashing them down a bit at a time. If you have a slow cooker like me, you can simply chuck them in there, add a little bit of water to prevent sticking, and completely ignore them for 24 hours. (If you want to cook them down even further into something more like apple butter, add some sugar, and cook on low heat for a couple of days).

Once your apples are cooked down and mushy, you can decide what kind of texture you want. If you like your applesauce on the chunky side, try mashing with a potato masher. If you like it smooth (like babyfood), run it through a food processer or a blender. If you need to adjust the sweetness, now's a good time. You can use sugar or honey or any other sweetener that's not too strongly flavored. (Note, if the applesauce is going to be eaten by any infants, don't use honey.) If for some reason you used really bland apples and it tastes a bit bland, you can perk it up a bit with a little bit of lemon juice and some cinnamon.

If you want to can it, simply ladle it all into jars (quart size or smaller seems to work best) and process as usual in a boiling water bath. If you're freezing it, you can use freezer containers or freezer bags. Apple sauce is pretty good as is, but it also makes a great ice cream topping, apple pie filling (way better for you than that sugar stuff), pancake batter ingredient, or oatmeal topping.

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Sunday, November 04, 2007

No-vember

November 4 is the 308th day of the year (309th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 57 days remaining until the end of the year.

November 4 (based on "November" original by Thomas Hood)

No pale moon in the sky, just a few lonely stars
No peach-colored dawn, just gray, just like any other day
No coffee, no tea, it's just you and me, sitting here on a
No-name street, where nobody's out walking dogs
No way to get this empty flat feeling out
No end in sight to these falling golden leaves
No idea where the crazy moon went
No mailman stomping across my porch
No fresh news from any foreign coast
Nobody's walking in the deserted park
Nobody's coming over after it gets dark
No warmth, no cheer, at least not around here
No laundry hanging on the lines
No bike rides, no joy rides
No flitting butterflies, no buzzing bees
No more golden apples, pears or sour grapes
No sunflowers, no flame-colored leaves, no deciduous trees
November!

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Saturday, November 03, 2007

one muddy grey day last November

There's a gnarled black oak
living just outside the forest
An abandoned seed
dropped by chance by a rambling crow
a stranger happening by
Forever looking up at the sky
Forever looking down at the river
Unable to share the whispers of the woods
when it scratched its way out of the ground
one muddy grey day last November
The dawn came home late last night
The sun was too hungover to get out of bed
Looking at the back window
at the moon sitting up in the trees
where the black midnight mirror
dances with chimney smoke
and looks up the stars
locked the door to my heart real good
It's worse somehow than all those other times
We got high off homemade wine
made out of funeral arrangements and tears
Every time the trains get to rumblin' past drunkenly
they wail like broken-hearted bluesmen
sitting on top of the bridge
It's been pushing up daffodils
every single year in March
behind the rotting back porch
on the other side of a long dead farm
Whenever the grass falls over
we find old bones in the field
arrow heads, rusty broken promises

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Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Halloween

Cuando se habla de Halloween o Día de las Brujas se piensa en disfraces, maquillaje, fiesta, dulces y niños; pero la tradición indica que su celebración no siempre fue festiva y alegre, y que los ritos que se practicaban durante la noche tenían un carácter purificador y religioso.

Happy Halloween everybody. Hope you're having fun trick-or-treating, partying or whatever it is you crazy kids get to do when you don't have to do lesson plans and work samples.

Right on schedule, I walked outside to the first frost of the year. Yep, October's over and winter is upon us now. There was the most fantastic fog blanketing the Willamette this morning. Riding the bus over the Ross Island Bridge was strictly an act of faith, believing that anything could be waiting there on the other side of the river. Indeed the first thing to emerge out of the grey mist was a tree. How fitting that it would outshine the tall buildings of downtown Portland just this once.

I walked down to the bakery to get some more bread and saw everyone's Halloween decorations. Some people really put a lot of effort and time into it. Effort and time are things I'm decidedly lacking at the moment, so I greatly admire these traits in others.

Now I will get myself off to bed. After all, tomorrow's just another day, much like any other. But perhaps not. Once Halloween passes and October's dead, winter is truly inevitable. And that changes everything.

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Sunday, October 21, 2007

life in haiku

Night, and the moon!
My neighbor, playing on his flute -
out of tune!

Friday night: the streetlight was shining in the window and Beefcake the oversized goldfish roots around in the gravel of his fishtank keeping me awake.
Saturday morning: the sound of a truck lumbering up the street, the sound of a diesel engine idling for half an hour, the familiar sounds of someone moving. Much to my surprise, my neighbor with the cute dogs is moving out at 7:30 AM on a Saturday morning. As tired and sick as I am, I roll over and go back to sleep. I'm that tired.

Fallen sick on a journey,
In dreams I run wildly
Over a withered moor

I've been sick since last Wednesday so life's been pretty low-key around here. I haven't been doing anything beyond what's absolutely necessary. Occasionally there's a break in the clouds; I should be out in the street watching the leaves turn red and yellow and orange. Yet, all I feel like doing is laying around and sleeping as much as possible. My dreams are wild and feverish, no doubt enhanced by all the cold medications I'm on. Cough syrup is yummy. I haven't had caffeine in forever.

The winds that blows -
ask them, which leaf on the tree
will be next to go

While I've been too busy to notice, all the trees in town have quietly gone about their business behind my back turning a variety of beautiful fiery shades. I regret deeply that I've been too busy to notice them. By the time I get a free moment and pull my head up out of the books for air, no doubt they'll be long gone, wherever it is that leaves go to die quietly.

Clouds appear
and bring to men a chance to rest
from looking at the moon

It's been raining. Raining alot. Lots of rain. Yep. I'm kind of okay with it, since I'm laying low anyway, it gives me a chance to rest, without feeling guilty in any way. The only thing I'm probably missing is the opportunity to be cold and wet. I'll have plenty more chances for that--this is Portland, after all.

Night; and once again,
the while I wait for you, cold wind
turns into rain

Going to school, darkness. Coming home, darkness. It's that time again, we're well on the way to winter and the familiar routine of waiting for rides or the bus out in the elements. Waiting for the bus in the cold and rain is even less fun than it sounds, trust me.

Poems from Haiku for People

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Monday, October 08, 2007

dark and mysterious

This morning I walked out into the pervasive gloom of darkness, the likes of which I haven't seen in years. A low gray fog clung to the streets, and the street lamps were all sleeping in an orange mist. The sidewalk was too dark to see, and the air was moist as a sponge dripping with water. My glasses fogged up and I stumbled along the street as headlights swept past 10 blocks to meet up with my ride to school. 6am is getting a bit hard to cope with now that it's October.

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Sunday, September 30, 2007

insert clever title here

Another fabulous day...of homework. Grad school is SO FUN.

It rained all day long, first good rain of fall. I'd get excited if I didn't know we're gonna have about 180 more days of this. Maybe I'd be more into it if I had a woodstove to rock next to all winter long. For some mysterious reason, Subfinder keeps calling me even though I didn't renew this year. I'll admit I kinda miss that gig, there's some fun schools out there, but I'm glad I don't have to transport myself out to Beaverton, now that I live clear on the other side of town. I also don't miss defrosting my car, trying to unfog the windows, and jump on 26 in the rain...I'm not even sure how one would get from here to Beaverton, but I'm sure it's as bad as it sounds.

I'm wrapping up 12 hours hunkered over the computer. It's time to do something that vaguely resembles real life...whatever that is. I think I don't remember anymore. Thank God I had such an awesome summer. I'm holding on to that in these dark days to come.

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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

O-Tsukimi 月見

The moon, a playful glowing orb,
rising out of the west,
outshines the feeble efforts of the street lights,
and stirs the neighborhood cats,
like shisa 師子 coming to life, sentinels watching me,
to the west, mars winks knowingly as i walk under the shedding sequoia,
only the crunching of leaves under my feet disturbs the silence of the evening,
the air, soft and warm, comforts me like my favorite blanket,
a subtle smokiness to the air brings back memories of tales around a campfire,
Tonights, I feel like dancing, giddy and shameless in the deserted streets,
I feel like sitting out on the front porch all night
with a mason jar full of wine for company,
Like laying in the grass all evening by the river,
The way we did when we first met.

月見 25.9.07

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Tuesday, September 25, 2007

中秋節/Tết Trung Thu

a bright eye peeks over the eaves of my roof,
looks in my front windows,
the wind rattles the maple,
and woodsmoke dances in the alley,
on this cold night of the harvest moon

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Sunday, September 23, 2007

ode to a butternut squash

Oh butternut squash,
Your pumpkin-y orange flesh and yellow-y rind,
so utterly like my neighbor's leaves
lying in the gutter, like boats waiting for the high tide of the rain's return,
I missed your summer of happy sprawling green leaves,
and bright sunshine yellow flowers full of bees,
But I happily partake of your offerings,
to celebrate the arrival of fall

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Saturday, September 22, 2007

autumn's here

Tonight it really feels and smells like fall,
the air is crisp and cool, and smells vaguely of withered leaves and woodsmoke,
the sunset was brilliantly pink and gold,
and I found a bright moon was hanging out over my roof where the birds usually sit,
yes indeed, summer has gone down and fall is rising ready to take the reins (rains?) and ride on...

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