these markers tell us
things are different, changing
life is growing on
constantly amazed
the color of life, simple
humble things: beauty
leftover, left to dry
it becomes reborn, refreshed
much like you and me
daily ritual
lunchtime jalapenos grace
hot sweet addiction
my experiments
bubble, ferment, culturing
me: a scientist
eaten as sprouts,
ground into paste with almond
I need a taste break
my mother’s kitchen
always the most comforting
even when alone
the spicy red bite
either loved hated deep
fortunately, mine
what I know of them:
tulips and poppy seeds, both
outstanding exports
unexpected mail
a trade, jams from the east coast
flavors I don’t make