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Bacon Poem #1 (mine).
Bacon Poem #1 Bacon is the reward we get for cooking ourselves bacon.
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Landscapes (little farmy poem) (mine).
Landscapes Last year I met garlic scapes and I loved them on impact and incorrectly called them snapes for almost a year. Then I learned their name and learned their twisting goose-necked beauty and...
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“Ode to the First Peach” (poem) (Ellen Bass).
A San Diego friend emailed me this poem this week. How did she know this was the week I was missing peaches so badly? Also missing Annie of Sweet Tree Farms, the best & coolest fruit farmer in the...
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A little poem of life (mine).
Life As a Woman I braid my hair, I braid my garlic. I go to work; I go to market.
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A day in the life of someone else’s farm (photos).
In which I spend time with superb ladies, learn about “nature names,” drink beer for dinner, watch the last nub of sun hit a land I may someday live on, stare into the red red eyes of a rabbit, play...
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Poem written at dusk, written right this minute (mine).
I am making plum jam and it smells divine because of that vanilla bean steeping in it grown by an orchid in another county’s humidity Misha is outside snipping grapes off the vine to bring to his...
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This is the jam from the poem (photograph).
I really have no experience making jam. But fruits make me happy, especially stirring them. And jarring them. Also giving them away. Have a fruitful weekend!
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Sprung (poem) (mine).
The lilacs will be here any minute Forsythia is happening and so is coltsfoot on the roadsides Daffodils are happening and little blue flowers I don’t know yet Breakfast & dinner outside is...
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Small poem about places I’ve lived.
California I can live so happily here in Vermont all I have to do is not think about figs
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“Pregnancy is hands-free” (poem) (mine)
Pregnancy is hands-free I’m growing a child while I sleep I’m growing a child while I weed the lavender I’m growing a child while I fill the ice cube trays I’m growing a child while I wipe down the...
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