Category Archives: Essays

Echoes of my Neighborhood

So…I don’t get out much! I know, I know, I admit I work too much. When I finally did manage an outing this past weekend we had a mini blizzard! So I am afraid the lovely downtown farmer’s market photos I had planned didn’t happen. In fact, the farmers barely showed up! There were a few brave souls but even fewer customers.

Not to worry, in my attempt to escape the elements I happened upon a new shop of metaphysical trinkets and curiosities! And I found a new inside toy! A sand photo box! I can watch these for hours, and have, since I brought it home!

So, I am moving it inside this week, into a dreamy corner of my nest to “listen” to floating drifts of sand, streams of tan and brown with a flash of gold. They have quite a lot to say! Have a wonderful Thursday!

ZenScapes 

  
  
  
  
If you would like to visit other neighborhoods, visit my friend Jacqueline at a cooking pot and twisted tales by clicking HERE!


April Poetry Month – A Poem a Day #14

Today I’m giving the Luc Bat a go. This poetry form is Vietnamese in origin and means “six-eight.” In fact, the poem consists of alternating lines of six and eight syllables. This poem is interesting in its rhyme scheme that renews at the end of every eight-syllable line and rhymes on the sixth syllable of both lines.

Here’s a diagram of how the first few lines of luc bat poems should rhyme:
xxxxxA
xxxxxAxB
xxxxxB
xxxxxBxC
xxxxxC
xxxxxCxD
xxxxxD
xxxxxDxE

I managed a few luc bats. The rhyme sequence is a bit tricky B but once I got the hang of it I wanted to keep going! Hope you will give this one a try! 😊

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Sleep Interrupted

Here at the cusp of dawn
as dark of night moves on, I sigh
half asleep, buying time
Hit the snooze, close my eyes, distressed,
Toss and turn, try to rest
And then the sun, that pest, peeks through
The day awaits anew
There’s nothing left to do but rise.

No Regrets

It’s too late to regret
a deed once done and yet we try
“A do-over!” we cry,
as if we could deny our part
It cuts us to the heart
Releasing is an art, you know
the only way to grow
choose to learn, let it go, move on.

kat ~ 14 April 2016

 


Veggie Bin Stir Fry Shrimp

It’s been a while since I puttered around in the kitchen. I do my best creating on the fly and on a deadline. The deadline in question tonight is beating the expiration date on fresh veggies in my ‘frig along with some pre-cooked shrimp I picked up just for the occasion. (But you could substitute chicken or thin slices of beef for the shrimp if you like.)

So…after assessing my veggie bin, there were a few things I couldn’t save…the cucumbers and a package of Roma tomatoes. But I was in luck! I had just enough variety to make a colorful, sweet, savory treat.

(Note: before you begin, prepare 2 servings of rice – however you like to cook it. Me? I like to nuke it so it’s ready when I’m done with the stir fry.)

The Ingredients

(Depending on what you have in your veggie bin, you could also add things like Asparagus, Broccoli, Cabbage, Green Beans, Snow Peas…you get the idea!)

1-1/2 cups of Grape Tomatoes – sliced in 3’s
1 cup of Spring Onions – sliced
4 Celery Stalks – chopped
1 dozen Sweet Snack Peppers
2 TBS EVOO (extra virgin olive oil)
1 TBS Granulated Garlic
Salt & Pepper

 Toss all this into a skillet and stir fry until the veggies are tender.      

Add 2 cups of pre-cooked frozen Shrimp to the skillet

 
… and about a TBS each of Sweet Chili Sauce and Sriracha Sauce…because EVERYTHING is better with a little Sriracha!!!   Give the whole thing a good stir to blend, cover and simmer on low until the shrimp is defrosted and heated through.   

And that’s all there is to it! Serve over a bed of cooked rice. Yummy! 😊


April Poetry Month – A Poem a Day #13

Happy Poetry Month this 13th day of April! Today’s poetry form, the Sijo originates from Korea and like its cousins, the haiku and tantra, is comprised of three lines. Each line should have 14-16 syllables, pausing in the middle, the first half containing 6 to 9 syllables with the balance in the second. A Sijo may be narrative or thematic. It develops in three parts: introduction of a situation or problem; development or “turn” in line two; and resolution in the third, often employing a twist or surprise in the first half of the line. Sijo is strongly based in nature and may take on religious or metaphysical themes as well. Unlike haiku, sijo relies heavily on the use of metaphors, symbols, puns, allusions and other word play. Some modern print restrictions may show a sijo in six lines.

I take my inspiration today from an amazing “volunteer” tomato plant. I found it last summer, thriving in the middle of my compost heap. I am not a gardener. I barely knew what to do with it once I found it. But despite my inadequacy, Nature saw fit to provide me with a dozen or so plump tomatoes.

Nature has a way of surprising us with her wild chaotic unruliness. She has been sustaining life for eons, long before the first human thought to contain her in tidy rows with hoe in hand. It’s comforting to those of us who tend to go with the flow to know that Nature has our back…and a few tomatoes to spare.

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This is an actual photo of my wild tomatoes from Summer 2015!

Nature’s Garden

Gardeners, who fancy their thumbs green, primp and prune and toil
Sowing seeds, midst fussy plots of weeds, their empty plates to fill.
My garden thrives in a compost heap, vines bursting tomatoes!

kat ~ 13 April 2016

 

 

 

 


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 10 April 2016

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Happy Sunday to you and welcome to another installment of ReVerse. After weeks of random, discombobulated reverse summaries, this week seems a bit more connected. I’m not sure how that happened because I never plan these things in advance. Sunday’s look back is always wysiwyg.

This week I challenged myself to write a poem a day while exploring a new poetry form each time. It has been a learning week, and while the resulting poetry may be simple, clumsy attempts at writing, there is one thing that is positively true…I wrote something every day!

I am truly grateful to have this place to write. The fact that so many of you pause to read my words is more wonderful than I could have imagined. Thank you.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 10 April 2016

healing hovers on the cusp | urging me to draw within
beyond the veil
descend like nectar
brilliance in-between
dew still clinging to the leaves
a secret to its keeper is a burden.
billowing blustering
glimpses of past moments
centuries ago
like moth to flame is drawn into the light
wings unfurled
off to do our business then
it’s a natural…
oops!

kat