It’s been several months since I planted the first hopeful round of seedlings in the limestone-ridden backyard of my neighbors, down the street from my apartment. I haven’t done anything too fancy, besides trellis the tomatoes on random straight objects (including a golf flag) and give them a water every day or two. Continue reading “Update on the Neighbor’s Garden”
I am the meeting place of intentionality of the universe
Where the energies rippling become channeled and
Structured into a majestic matrix Continue reading “On the Dirt, By the Trees, In the Morning”
The backstory for this poem stems from the industrial backdrop of the photo below. Not that industrial is evil. It is just suffocating the tropical permaculture garden we’ve planted on campus at UMiami. There’s a reflective metallic container just to the right of the big gravel heap, in the far back of the photo. That’s where the hose and water pump are. The contracted company hired by UM to build a road through campus excavated the ground between the garden and water pump. They’ve cut out the pipe feeding water to the irrigation system for not only the garden, but the arboretum here as well.
With the arrival of a pound of cricket powder and pristine Floridian summer weather, I’ve whipped together some strange masterpieces in the kitchen. The days stream by as the warm, delicate sunlight dapples the planet with a persistent reminder of hope. Even amongst all the chaos, both internal and external, a warm patch of grass and stray meandering cloud are never absent from your potential experience. And if you have a tropical climate, buzzing garden, and free time then I invite you into the kitchen to get it popping.
The blurbs below will give you a slew of disjointed linguistic associations that will only be impressed on your imagination when you see the accompanying photos. It’ll be like opening presents.
Pale echoes whimpering
Through hollow obsidian corridors
Empty like throats
Groaning in numb ecstasy
Deadened by cables and computations
After a long drive through the endless industrial warehouses, outlet malls, and grassy swamplands, our small UMiami field trip crew arrived at our destination: ECHO demonstration farm in Fort Myers, Florida. According to its site, “ECHO is an information hub for development practitioners around the world. We gather solutions from around the world that are solving hunger problems and disseminate them to our active network. Continue reading “ECHO Farm Field Trip”
Our International Studies class here at the University of Miami has lovingly labored to establish a perennial tropical garden that is now thriving. I’ve waited for a while to post about this project since the garden is just popping off. But at this point I’m ready to reveal the steps we went through to set it up and enjoy such vibrant results.
Long have I wandered
Beyond your caress
Ecstasy was an illusive, distant dream
I longed to forget for
After tiring of the new wave of “clean, healthy, raw” eating which inevitably entails a slew of superfood recipe babies, the paragon of which would have to be the “Green Goddess Pesto”, I’ve summoned my own voice for a pointless masculine rebuttal. I’m not hating, I’m probably just deeply inspired yet jealous.