Roasted Almonds Cool
On the Stove Top, Murmuring
Their Umber Secrets
Archive for the Food Category
Posted in Color, Food with tags Roasted Almonds Cool, Umber Secrets on July 28, 2022 by blglick
Episode R1.0 – Reflections on Haiku about Home
Posted in Family, Food, Home, Memories, Podcast, Reflections on March 29, 2022 by blglickPosted in Family, Food, Home, Love, Memories, Tri-ku with tags Leavened with Love and Memory, Taste of Generations on July 30, 2017 by blglick
Dough From My Own Hands
Fresh Baked, Sliced and Buttered Tastes
of Generations
First My Mother’s Bread
Baked Each Friday, Fragrance Fills
The House After School
And My Father’s Rolls,
Cinnamon and Butter and
Dough, Fried and Frosted
And, Like a Story,
Grandma’s Cookies, Soft, Sweet and
Rationed, Sneak Cookies
So My Bread Tastes of
Generations, Leavened With
Love and Memory
Posted in Family, Food, History, Home, Memories, sunlight, Trees with tags daily bread and Sunday dinners, love and loss on January 23, 2016 by blglick
All That History,
Love and Loss, in Daily Bread
And Sunday Dinners
Posted in Food, Night, Roads, Rural, Song, Summer with tags Farm Stands, Sweet Corn, The Songs of Late Summer on July 29, 2015 by blglick
Along Rural Roads
Sweet Corn in Farm Stands Sings the
Songs of Late Summer
Sweet Corn in Farm Stands Sings the
Songs of Late Summer
Posted in dreams, Food, Haiku'd Photographs, Summer with tags Red Tomato, Rising Scent, Summer Dreams on April 29, 2015 by blglick
Rising Scent of Red
Tomato, Fresh Sliced, Carries
All My Summer Dreams
Posted in Autumn, Food, Garden, Snow, Trees with tags Harvest, Snow on November 1, 2014 by blglick
Fall Seemed Late This Year
But Still, Harvest’s In, Leaves Raked
Before the First Snow
Posted in Architecture, Food, LIght, Morning, Spiritual, Tri-ku with tags Short Order Sacrament on August 23, 2013 by blglick
The Short Order Cook,
On Break, Sits by a Window,
Stares, Rubbing His Jaw
Morning Sunlight Falls
In A Single Bright Shaft and
His Stained Chef’s Whites Glow
A Small Sacrament
As If This Light Had Escaped
From Some Cathedral
Posted in Food, Poetry with tags Delight, Poetry on June 13, 2013 by blglick
Tom Hennen. Rubbing
His words on my face like a
Baby Eating Cake
A Year in Haiku 