This is an incredible issue! I know, I know, I would say that, but this one is special. We feature a video of haiga by Kris Moon (Kondo), another wonderful contribution by Anita Virgil, and MANY MANY MANY fine poets! Over 150 pages, and a wonderful collection of senryu in every venue! Enjoy! I had […]
just “ensured” deluge:
I pre-watered the garden
prior to “‘The Fronts.’*
*(Sometimes the Formula Fails. Sometimes watering before the rains come – so we are told at least – yield but a few scornful drops and dribs. So. Glad I watered anyway. Next midweek our best chance for overhead tears. The temps in the 70s with lows in the 50s till Monday when back to Spring 80s return. I will use the first-knuckle wet or dry test to time my own floods.)
One – last punch down – rise
for big sourdough wheat-n-rye boule:
make salad croutons?
last chance to get “flu.”
bikeweek brings sneezefulls whole crowd
so i will skip town
A report from purloiner-in-chief: something about Loquat Brandy dreaming.
Not since my own Japanese Plum (Loquat) fell prey to an over-zealous prune-head (or a freeze at which I was unpresent) have I had the pleasure of enough of the yellow-orange small fruit wrapped in a short fuzz that in no way impedes their perfection – the tastes range from near tooth-hurtingly sweet to well past tart. But the best are near deep orange in color and speckled – like the best bananas are flecked with brown to go with full yellow, just approaching full-ripe. Even better are the wizened and prune-withered that escape “The Rot” (more about that noble state later). The flesh has mummified and crystal joy awaits the first brave to take a taste. Leathery and yet supple with hidden moist jelly full of Loquat essence made candy. A slight tinge sometimes of alcohol as the ripe fruit – which somehow escapes the birds and squirrels and…
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