In the Jura Mountains

There is an ineffable quality to this landscape in the French countryside. You can try to articulate what you see. You can try through metaphor, as countless poets have, to deliver truth to a reader by making the unfamiliar into the familiar, comparing the rolling hills to ocean waves, applying rationality to an experience way … Continue reading

The Great Googa Mooga

The headliner of The Great Googa Mooga Festival on Saturday was not a musical artist but the 75 food vendors lining the perimeter of Nethermead Meadow in Brooklyn’s Prospect Park. This was not your typical music festival food of chicken fingers and french fries. If there was chicken, it was probably organic, and probably topped … Continue reading

Spring Harvest

Bright vibrant colors rise to meet the dawn. The reds, the purples, the greens. On hands and knees moving quickly through the beds, filling boxes to the brim. Cold water over the harvest, fingers grow numb. Songs of Spring, the spirit is the poet, the vegetables the poem, and we are at once both the … Continue reading

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