bees

location:couch, christmas tree lights and the sound of rain melting the snow. environment:midnite- midmorning solitude313am * Bees perform a valuable service for the flowers from which they steal. morality is certainly worth losing sleep to ponder. more and more i seem to get carried away in these old fashioned moral bottlenecks that i used to leave me cold. instead of mellow me out age has seemed to make me more high strung and anxious. Nowadays i worry like my mother, about things that are highly unlikey, you know like floods and mass murder. since these things do happen i suppose it might make sense to systmaticaly play out worse case scenerios and give your reaction time a booster, but i tend toward the thinking that to constantly think some specific outcome is to call it into being or even shall i go so far as to say to pray for it. that is where the moral side taking comes into the equation...i am left drawing straws at what i honestly know to be true in my heart of heart or what i have been been told.

my heroic journey

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.

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.

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

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.

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!

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.