The Coming of the Toads

A Notebook – Since 2007

Tag: salsa garden

  • Salsa Party on the Moon

    In the news, water discovered on Earth’s moon: Not so much water apparently though that NASA will start shaping surfboards for its astronauts; nor is discovered quite right – confirmed or proven more precise. Meantime, of course, what with someone always turning up the global warming thermostat in the house, we’ll soon be wanting to bring some of that moon water down to Earth. And where there’s water, there could be also be tomatoes. And where there’s tomatoes, there could also be salsa. Now, a salsa party on the moon – countdown! And where there’s water, there’s sound, so the previously assumed to be silent moon, if you put your ear to the crater, just might produce some good vibes after all; and what’s a salsa party without music?

  • Madwort & Other Essential Oils

    Your favorite pot this

    study now
    a single bee
    powder tease

    sigh breeze

    a list
    of things
    to do
    today

    such a tiny weight
    like a baby
    in a swing
    a spider string

    blue flowers
    light steps
    portentous portfolio
    ambitious
    after evening
    of Inherent Vice

    as the bee busy transpires
    bloom, bloom
    blossoms
    lobularia maritime

    “by the sea, by the sea
    by the beautiful sea”

    milks this moment
    line by line
    for you
    to make honey

    when blissful bee lands
    on tipsy flower
    branch, soft strand
    shakes

    bee breeze blows blue dust

    never get much
    done in this
    common loveliness
    this stillness this
    bee’s momentous
    visit

    red & white
    shadows
    orange wings
    ocher clay
    pot broken
    bricks
    pavers

    this sitting
    of course
    this entry
    this walk
    some pics
    this post
    before you
    get out
    of bed

    these lines
    awake

    may recede
    themselves
    like the bee
    by the sea

  • A Pepper & Tomato Graphic Story

    They met in a salsa garden one hot summer day.
    At night, they slept curled around one another.
    One day, there was a salsa party.
    The End.

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  • After the Last Snow

    Psychedelic DogHe slushed through the yard with the dog, Mosey,
    looking for the salsa garden covered with snow.
    A foggy down comforter was spread
    across the cold compost pile.
    Mosey gave it the once-over and waggled on.

    Through the grey branches of the bald maple,
    the wintry sun dripped a wet, molting light.
    “I think I’ve found the salsa garden,”
    Mosey barked, wagging through a snowdrift.

    He found some green garlic starts,
    planted last fall in hope of an orange day.
    Over on the frozen patio sat the fable
    of a red tablecloth and a bottle of sweet wine,
    Mosey dozing in a patch of warm light.

    He hears voices, someone’s recipe:
    “Fresh cilantro, hot pepper, and black beans,
    eight tender Roma plum tomatoes,
    an inch of basil, a sprig of rosemary,
    a dash of black pepper and a pinch of salt,
    a dark green jalapeno,
    and a mellow, cool lime.”
    Sevenish on the heat scale, he thinks,
    two fat, purple candles melting the snow,
    Mosey barking, “Let’s go back inside now.”

    They entered the kitchen through the side door,
    dog wet noses sloshing snow and water,
    dripping all over the stale linoleum.