location:environment:home:horizontal with onion burning eyes
Born to a cancerian in denial, I have thus buried many childhood memories in the far recessess of my mind. In response to this early garden digging I developed a flare for collecting and sharing stories and seeds. My favorite seeds have weight and come in fruits and vegetables ! just finished eating. The stories I adore most, generally focus on the bigger picture themes of humanity and the meaning extracted from the seemingly mundane detail of everyday life.
As I have grow my heroic journey has taken on a raven's quest for truth; methodical and in all directions. Carried on the wind like milkweed or dandelion seeds, seeking fertile new grounds, I have travelled across country and world, filling my pockets with interesting tidbits.
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
recipe date bars
date bars
Ingredients
1 1/2 cups rolled oats
1 1/2 cups sifted pastry flour
1/4 teaspoon salt
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
1 cup packed brown sugar
3/4 cup butter, softened
3/4 pound pitted dates, diced
1 cup water
1/3 cup packed brown sugar
1 teaspoon lemon juice
Directions
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
In a large bowl, combine oats, pastry flour, salt, 1 cup brown sugar, and baking soda. Mix in the butter until crumbly. Press half of the mixture into the bottom of a 9 inch square baking pan.
In a small saucepan over medium heat, combine the dates, water, and 1/3 cup brown sugar. Bring to a boil, and cook until thickened. Stir in lemon juice, and remove from heat. Spread the filling over the base, and pat the remaining crumb mixture on top.
Bake for 20 to 25 minutes in preheated oven, or until top is lightly toasted. Cool before cutting into squares.
Ingredients
1 1/2 cups rolled oats
1 1/2 cups sifted pastry flour
1/4 teaspoon salt
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
1 cup packed brown sugar
3/4 cup butter, softened
3/4 pound pitted dates, diced
1 cup water
1/3 cup packed brown sugar
1 teaspoon lemon juice
Directions
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
In a large bowl, combine oats, pastry flour, salt, 1 cup brown sugar, and baking soda. Mix in the butter until crumbly. Press half of the mixture into the bottom of a 9 inch square baking pan.
In a small saucepan over medium heat, combine the dates, water, and 1/3 cup brown sugar. Bring to a boil, and cook until thickened. Stir in lemon juice, and remove from heat. Spread the filling over the base, and pat the remaining crumb mixture on top.
Bake for 20 to 25 minutes in preheated oven, or until top is lightly toasted. Cool before cutting into squares.
recipe double chocolate cookies
location:environment tahsis:rain & wind
double chocolate cookies
cream together
1 cup butter
3/4 cup sugar packed brown
1/2 cup granulated sugar
beat with
1 egg
1 tsp (5mL)vanilia
in medium bowl sift dry
1 2/3 (400mL)flour
1/3 cup (75mL)cocoa
1 tsp (5mL)baking soda
1/2 salt
mix togethere with
chips and or nuts
bake 375f (190 C) for 8-10 minutes
allow to cool 5 minutes then move on rack
double chocolate cookies
cream together
1 cup butter
3/4 cup sugar packed brown
1/2 cup granulated sugar
beat with
1 egg
1 tsp (5mL)vanilia
in medium bowl sift dry
1 2/3 (400mL)flour
1/3 cup (75mL)cocoa
1 tsp (5mL)baking soda
1/2 salt
mix togethere with
chips and or nuts
bake 375f (190 C) for 8-10 minutes
allow to cool 5 minutes then move on rack
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
maydays
location:environment
Tahsis: sunlight
happily once upon after work
day-dreaming' say-streaming' pound-doing'
I stare at a flag of a striped sunset
wearing a crown
asking the eternal question
poetry or laundry?
to fold or not to fold jack squat socks
future framework of a pieceworkers union
thought webs of co=op farms and greenhouses
but now
clocks ticking
neighbours yelling
sun fans across the sky
like a humming bird migration
the floors that won't sweep themselves
hearth full of soot and me without my dustpan
when the firebugs arrive home
in the whirlwind of news that follows
comparison stories, both piece and pain
the sharing of scores and pot wine
elementary mathematics etched on mindseyes
dinner and boardgames before magic hour
port of call chorus line burns wood fires
with the windows open,
shattered showers abound
temperate rainforests
burl over limestone caves
today I didn't go outside at all
except to the lawn to tend to domestic duties
like feeding the chickens and raking their shit
but soon this station gets departed from
preparations made, bags packed tightly
the clean up is upon us
prior only to being
on the road
again
to strike camp
somewhere else for a time.
Tahsis: sunlight
happily once upon after work
day-dreaming' say-streaming' pound-doing'
I stare at a flag of a striped sunset
wearing a crown
asking the eternal question
poetry or laundry?
to fold or not to fold jack squat socks
future framework of a pieceworkers union
thought webs of co=op farms and greenhouses
but now
clocks ticking
neighbours yelling
sun fans across the sky
like a humming bird migration
the floors that won't sweep themselves
hearth full of soot and me without my dustpan
when the firebugs arrive home
in the whirlwind of news that follows
comparison stories, both piece and pain
the sharing of scores and pot wine
elementary mathematics etched on mindseyes
dinner and boardgames before magic hour
port of call chorus line burns wood fires
with the windows open,
shattered showers abound
temperate rainforests
burl over limestone caves
today I didn't go outside at all
except to the lawn to tend to domestic duties
like feeding the chickens and raking their shit
but soon this station gets departed from
preparations made, bags packed tightly
the clean up is upon us
prior only to being
on the road
again
to strike camp
somewhere else for a time.
Friday, April 22, 2011
wingspan
location:environment:
: tahsis: on the couch
once upon the peak
anyone with a beak
has something to say
both the fowl and jay
wild flutters of feather
in all type of weather
when singing all day
your fears fly away
home safe in a tree
what it is to be free!
: tahsis: on the couch
once upon the peak
anyone with a beak
has something to say
both the fowl and jay
wild flutters of feather
in all type of weather
when singing all day
your fears fly away
home safe in a tree
what it is to be free!
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
critique of immense fear
location:environment home alone: wishing i was a farmer
Immense; critique of cripping fear
trama of a drama, or is it vice versa;
carressed in the clumsy embrace of a curious lover
drunk on cheap whiskey and expensive vodka
cozy morning of paralysis, puking and purring;
where i am galled by the gore
we inflict on each other for fun, or perhaps entertainments sake
i wonder at, preciesely,
how many murders on stage or screen i have been a whitness to,
how much pigs blood in close up, makes for a tasty parody of mortality?
in the belly of the beast,
that is where the infant of opportunity can become enjoyment
but the ego of the mind resumes the role
of manager over earthly pleasure or spirit pains
pointedly as pimples pearce the peace of a fair complexion,
perfect beauty broken
independant islands crop up as ideas,
membrains of memory pulse with electricity
switches on and off, gases intermingle floating
with glass balloons thru a landscape of emotion
silence stroked by wild wind to make the sea like a storm or a sheet?
give voice to the self professed shade;
lounge singer or burlesque comedienne
each moment packed with nervous energy,
abounded in spasms of twitch-skratch.
peeling back of the multi-layered character flaws
sandwiched between truths
to know a deep pit in the backyard
where we dump our rubbish and shame
a papaya tree is the only thing
that appears to grow from there,
last i saw it is almost at ground level.
how sad does something have to be before it gets funny?
humour creeps like maggots out of the morbid.
space is eternal, held and supported by time,
striving for calm is a simple acknowledgement
of the vastness within the vessel.
Immense; critique of cripping fear
trama of a drama, or is it vice versa;
carressed in the clumsy embrace of a curious lover
drunk on cheap whiskey and expensive vodka
cozy morning of paralysis, puking and purring;
where i am galled by the gore
we inflict on each other for fun, or perhaps entertainments sake
i wonder at, preciesely,
how many murders on stage or screen i have been a whitness to,
how much pigs blood in close up, makes for a tasty parody of mortality?
in the belly of the beast,
that is where the infant of opportunity can become enjoyment
but the ego of the mind resumes the role
of manager over earthly pleasure or spirit pains
pointedly as pimples pearce the peace of a fair complexion,
perfect beauty broken
independant islands crop up as ideas,
membrains of memory pulse with electricity
switches on and off, gases intermingle floating
with glass balloons thru a landscape of emotion
silence stroked by wild wind to make the sea like a storm or a sheet?
give voice to the self professed shade;
lounge singer or burlesque comedienne
each moment packed with nervous energy,
abounded in spasms of twitch-skratch.
peeling back of the multi-layered character flaws
sandwiched between truths
to know a deep pit in the backyard
where we dump our rubbish and shame
a papaya tree is the only thing
that appears to grow from there,
last i saw it is almost at ground level.
how sad does something have to be before it gets funny?
humour creeps like maggots out of the morbid.
space is eternal, held and supported by time,
striving for calm is a simple acknowledgement
of the vastness within the vessel.
origin of white bread
location:environment
home:late by candle light
origin of white bread
what is the point of having a point?
where something is going is dependant on where it once was.
problems i have been giving to myself
stem from a place of fertile fear
doubt abandoning reason, i could blind my eyes away from light
expressing attachment to a particular outcome,
desiring instead to be free
from a cage of expectations and hurt feelings
an unsaitable appetite of longing,
a hole in each human that is daily filled with more
money, rest, work, peace, hate, love, bread
what is the meaning full circle?
is it like ending at the starting line?
recognizing the point in the pattern you have been into before
when water boils to vapour or freezes to ice;
does it not rejoice to return
to the liquid fluidity of it's medium point,
volitile to neither extreme
once more, resting on the line of a room temperature
everything needs it's perspective constantly evaluated
excited instead to include the practice
of having everything i need
plus pain
be aware of a remote control
on my own wants or at the very least,
the way i go about negoitiating their reality recipe
create the wholeness of experience as a compliment
pinprick point of profound time complete in cycle
to see one self; and to see all as one.
home:late by candle light
origin of white bread
what is the point of having a point?
where something is going is dependant on where it once was.
problems i have been giving to myself
stem from a place of fertile fear
doubt abandoning reason, i could blind my eyes away from light
expressing attachment to a particular outcome,
desiring instead to be free
from a cage of expectations and hurt feelings
an unsaitable appetite of longing,
a hole in each human that is daily filled with more
money, rest, work, peace, hate, love, bread
what is the meaning full circle?
is it like ending at the starting line?
recognizing the point in the pattern you have been into before
when water boils to vapour or freezes to ice;
does it not rejoice to return
to the liquid fluidity of it's medium point,
volitile to neither extreme
once more, resting on the line of a room temperature
everything needs it's perspective constantly evaluated
excited instead to include the practice
of having everything i need
plus pain
be aware of a remote control
on my own wants or at the very least,
the way i go about negoitiating their reality recipe
create the wholeness of experience as a compliment
pinprick point of profound time complete in cycle
to see one self; and to see all as one.
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