I’m just sitting here, watching the day draw to its end. It’s happening sooner and sooner now that September is here. From my window, I see my little half-circle of sunflowers–both real and metallic. There’s also a windmill, a birdfeeder, and an LED light that…

“The salivating aroma of the kitchen, Is unique and beautiful. A world of flavor and spice packed into sense, Scents that make you yearn to taste, Foods with such a lovely aroma must have a lovely taste. My grandmother at the helm of the kitchen,…

When I was younger, Mom always had a pot of rice ready in the rice cooker. It was a staple at our house, born from her Asian background. Whenever I was hungry, I could always count on a hot bowl of rice, put in a…

Look at this meal, Look at it, a wonderful meal, all for me A feast fit for a king! Here with you, honoring you with my presence, You are also wonderful though, what with your face I guess So let’s bask in the moment together,…

There lit a scarecrow on the roof where underneath I lived my youth what did I know of naked truth is it my inner child inside I’m fighting?   Now, I’m not comfy in my skin nor even like the state I’m in just wondering…

Reason to forgo food we need we need not question why, indeed our bodies we need not to die good nutrition we need, says I.   We need to keep our bodies sharp distraction keeps the fridge light dark a mantra we need to set…

Food is Music -Poem 6   Food is the heart of the soul Water, Sunlight, and dancing trees Crops are the music to the soul Hopping, back sliding with disease Skipping, pack planting with increase Starving, as Poverty strikes our world Hunger, as Food banks…

I love me a biscuit That puts up a fight Before surrendering To the incessant attacks of incisors And crumbles and powders- A fortress in a siege, falling Like Humpty Dumpty from a wall, Or Jenga blocks stacked up too tall.   Who said victory…

Where, thanks to the Sun my skin is paper-thin, I submerge myself in nature blessing. Portia’s hand steadies mine as calendula is applied sparingly. International, ancient, remedy devised long before my ancestors stopped painting themselves blue. I drop down deeply into a part of me…

Takeaway for two – both me Me-now, and me-at-midnight With two poems due and food My last defence against fatigue Ordered online, between edits. Delivered within the hour, hot And fresh. Sometimes I love the internet.