TexasGirl Photography

A few weeks ago inspiration hit me and I wrote a little collection of poems on the things I found on my kitchen counter. I made still life photos of some of the objects, and printed them out with the Polaroid Lab. I’m planning on adding to this, but here I present to you the first installment of my current Kitchen Collection

Challah

Layered knots
grains arranged 
and linked together
bound by the hands
that tied them,
the heat
that made them One,
life and love
graceful slices on a plate
from rich, sustaining 
loaves

Garlic

Weave me or wield me,
it’s all the same
sooner or later you will loosen
the thin paper of my skin
and release the light within
Mince me or crush me, use me whole,
my boldness the bulb of your creation
The shield of Transylvanian nightmares
The hot breath
of a dish best served
to all

Tomatoes

Juicy vessels,
the bursting glory of sunshine
quickly-plucked temptation
of the garden
carried away by hungry wings
tossed with the leaves
that call to wild cottontails
mixed and folded,
a part of the rooster’s beak
simmered into the 
luscious oblivion of 
semolina dreams

Bananas

Slip up and fool around
swing from the trees
if you can handle the potassium
blend in smoothly
pudding pie

Coffee

Give me today my daily cup
let it be filled with love and words
let it overflow with energetic goodness
let it be always more than enough to share

Avocado

Dark leather, the bumpy tint of forest secrets,
conceals its own: sumptuous, creamy soul

Chilies

Heat portals
the bright flavor of the desert
green horns that lengthened
under the wide southwestern eye
they sail the turquoise sea
to land in this humble space
Lift the hatch: 
behold the fire within

Shallot 

Delicate, golden darling
inside wears a kingly robe
sweet in so many ways

Flour

Salt

Remnant of the sea
brought from the mines
to become a pillar to the palate
a healing sting
a briny reminder:
that which gives
can also take away

Once upon a time
I was a multitude of arms waving in the wind
I was an ocean of golden waves
I shone in the farmer’s sweet dreams
and rushed gladly to meet the tractor’s blade
the threshing floor
the mill’s stone
From rooted grain
to the pale dust of a thousand destinations
From rolling field
to biscuits, gravy, and everything in between