👩🍳👻Baker's Story
There was once an idea I couldn't get out of my head
Stuck in my oven while baking my bread
Amid wet and dry warmth, mixing ingredients
Preheating temps at an increasing expedience
Between living, working, and feeling disconnected from it all
I once had an idea I couldn’t not recall
Kneading it over, rolling pin on my mind
Folding thick unease in dough combined
Boiling through my thoughts, a coal-fired smolder
Heat rising like a ghost over my shoulder
Sensation every past and future generation haunting me
Oven-ready timer ringing taunting banshee
Disquieting intergenerational phantom
Possessing my body and plaguing my home
Creeping crisp carmelizing at top temperatures
Amid ever rising prices and more crop failures
I went to work, acting on my thought's directions
Stone-ground family bone flour into loaves and confections
This unforgettable flavor baked into every next batch
Tormented taste helps wake to a future made from scratch
So I reworked my oven, powered now from the sun
Changing my heart, where our energy comes from.
There once was an idea I couldn't get out of my head:
Rising with the horizon, towards action over dread.
Some programming notes:
Everything’s always happening, all the time and over the place, so I’m going to start posting here on a more regular schedule. This is both to set better expectations for you and to manage creative time across projects. For now, expect poems on Fridays.
I had planned to share the following series around October of this year due to the seasonal theme, but instead I think it makes sense to share over the summer. This series mixes a familiar rhyme and meter with the drama of ghost stories from various perspectives on my usual subject matter.
While reading this series, I want you to imagine us sitting around a campfire, Are You Afraid Of The Dark-style, sharings stories of scares, spooks, and frights, from both tall and short tales. That’s the perfect mental space for you to inhabit, woods-adjacent, soundscaped by chittering bugs and questioning owls, and illuminated by our flickering shadows.