twosisterstwocoasts
Cicadas call
even in Brooklyn's
concrete streets.
Almost August
The cherry tomatoes ripen:
red marbles hang down from green spines.
Arbor
Drop by drop
grapes plump and turn:
redden for harvest, dust
milky with yeast.
Use PoetryI can't remember where I found this, but here's one of my all time favorite Jack K quotes:
"Never use the telephone. People are rarely ready to answer it. Use poetry."
-Jack Kerouac
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Harvest
The full moon: lantern of light
aligned with Lincoln Ave. streetlights.
After an Ocean Beach sunset,
I cross a Great Highway towards the city.
The Moon Rising,
by FG Lorca
When the moon rises,
the bells hang silent,
and the impenetrable footpaths
appear.
When the moon rises,
the sea covers the land,
and the heart feels
like an island in infinity.
Nobody eats oranges
under the full moon.
One must eat fruit
that is green and cold.
When the moon rises,
moon of a hundred equal faces,
the silver coinage
sobs in the pocket.
Trans. Lysander Kemp
Mohonk Mountain PreserveJust got back from the Mohonk Mountain house outside New Paltz. Two days of hiking, fitness classes, spa treatments and relaxing. I had the best time ever, but each evening felt the air grow just a tad bit cooler. Autumn is just around the corner!
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Hey Sister and Viewers!
It is summer here now in SF. We get the sun and warmth a little later here then in other areas. Today I had the first beach day of the season, after the morning fog lifted. My favorite beach in the bay area is Baker Beach. You can watch cargo ships come in from Asia, coast alongside the Marin Headlands, and pass underneath the Golden Gate Bridge. There's even a clothing optional section!
Check it out: today I tasted 'squash tendrils' for the first time. Apparently tendrils are the soft new growth at the ends of summer squash vines. We sauteed them in olive oil like you would spinach. Yummy as a garnish for corn and summer squash soup. You have to love a tendril...what a great word.
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