fresh batch

a one-lined poem

Fresh batch. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

My neighbor’s mom–delightful in every way–knocked on my door and presented me with a fresh batch of Dutch homemade cookies; her mother’s recipe–I’m blessed beyond measure.

sustenance

a tanka

Pictured Poetry. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

On some mornings, I reminisce while I’m cooking; I think about him, think about her, and then I move on.

*For those of you who might be wondering about the non-traditional usage of the form: I went with 5-7-5-7-5 instead of 5-7-5-7-7 syllables for this one. Also, it’s about food & love; not your typical tanka subjects. Sometimes for literary art, you’ve gotta be a bit of a rebel.