Food for thought

Ive been waiting to use this phrase, just as long as I have been waiting to really cook again. This time I havent got any thoughts. Everything I make is on autopilot, there was space before for me to meditate on what energies are infused in my cooking. Now its the residue from which stimulus…

Empire Bares Its Teeth

Poets are calling you and asking to reach hands far past your tounge, far down your throat, even past your heart. Plainly touch the lining of your stomach and ask what freedom is? What is the taste? What was the bite where it clicked and you knew that your open heart could be matched by…

Real Gods Require Blood

In a damp autumn moment in the garden I declared “I love watching slugs”, and for undending amounts of time I would. Playing with worms too, watching them throbbing and stretching out to find their next destination. It seemed kind at this point to place the worms back into the earth, as I had displaced…

Happy New Decade

  ILL HAVE WHAT IM HAVING!   I just wanted to wish you all happiness in the new year of 2020, and the new decade of growth and discovery. any support i have had on this blog has been sweet, and i hope to keep making posts which are a little sweet. this post is…

The revolution will be fertilised

…an activists equivalent of “keep calm and carry on”, the refrain “the revolution will not be televised” has a cadence which resonates across generations. The small talk of Gil Scot heron’s message was a list of what would not be present in our revolutions, no xerox deliveries, no sitting home in wait, and no politicians…

Slow Burn

Its an almost universal experience, the pressure. although my time on this earth has certainly been short, images have been hurtled at me my whole life that time is running out. that you are not ripening but spoiling, more must be done, space must be filled, time must not be wasted. But what is the…

Cooking Class

Stills from Reassamblage by Trinh. T Minh-Ha (1982) “Cockroach neva right before Chicken” -Jamaican Proverb The question of where this title came from made me itch a little bit. Ok yes, a favourite writer of mine Christine Baumgarthuber used this title in reference to food, and class. But does she get to monopolise such a…