Food
fruit of Dreaming of Honeyed Apples workshop - we were encouraged to make the food-related scene as chaotic as we could. This memory came up for me. How my brother and I would pull all the tupperware out of the cupboard under the oven and climb in on the shelves, tupperware strewn about. All those extra dishes my mom would have had to have washed! But it kept us entertained while she cooked. Somewhere there is a photo of me and my brother with said cupboard and I’d like to post this poem with that pic when I Insta-publish it :)
fruit of Dreaming of Honeyed Apples workshop
fruit of Dreaming of Honeyed Apples workshop - prompt was to write from the perspective of a food in our childhood kitchens.
fruit of Dreaming of Honeyed Apples workshop - my mom made these for us when the bananas would start to turn. now Benjamin makes them for me and it’s a visceral, transportive memory to childhood to eat them.
fruit of Dreaming of Honeyed Apples workshop - ‘exploring food as desire and poetry as abundance.’ - I have pics for this one too. I’ll text them to you :)
fruit of Dreaming of Honeyed Apples workshop - the most nurturing recipe I make.
fruit of Dreaming of Honeyed Apples workshop - a one-line food poem in the style of Joseph Hutchinson’s ‘Artichoke.’
fruit of Dreaming of Honeyed Apples workshop - exploring memories of our childhood kitchens
This is a pairing. The prompt was basically to select an item from our kitchen and let it speak to us and see what it had to say. I chose an aluminum loaf pan that belonged to my grandmother. In response to the prompt, the first poem came up. But it didn’t quite hit where I wanted to go, which was to use it as an access point to consider my uncle, who died at 14, and who I’ve only ever known through my mom and grandmother. This is the first time I’ve really considered him as a person on my own terms instead of someone else’s - and I’m glad for it. - I can’t wait to see this one published (whether in a zine or Insta or both) because I’ll include a photo of my uncle and photos and/or illustrations of the loaf pan and a red formica table. :)
fruit of Dreaming of Honeyed Apples workshop
fruit of Dreaming of Honeyed Apples workshop
[The first two following poems are a result of the Honeyed Apples workshop. The others are pieces from my book-in-progress Sometimes Lovers (working title).]
Relationships
fruit of Dreaming of Honeyed Apples workshop
excerpt from my book-in-progress Sometimes Lovers
excerpt from my book-in-progress Sometimes Lovers
excerpt from my book-in-progress Sometimes Lovers
excerpt from my book-in-progress Sometimes Lovers
best read aloud in a rhythmic spoken-word cadence
excerpt from my book-in-progress Sometimes Lovers
excerpt from my book-in-progress Sometimes Lovers
excerpt from my book-in-progress Sometimes Lovers
fruit of Dreaming of Honeyed Apples workshop
excerpt from my book-in-progress Sometimes Lovers
excerpt from my book-in-progress Sometimes Lovers
excerpt from my book-in-progress Sometimes Lovers
excerpt from my book-in-progress Sometimes Lovers
excerpt from my book-in-progress Sometimes Lovers
