CONFESSIONS OF A BLUE TOMATO

It’s good to get out

even in hot weather,

and get a Wal-Mart Gift Card

 for10% off Gasoline.

It’s good to get out

and not be a slug, like yesterday,

eating guacamole on Romaine leaves

and the rest of the ice cream

(ice cream is a no-no)

But it was free at Earth Fare last week.

It's too hot

to even take photos

so here's an old one

St. Francis and the Confederate jasmine

It’s good to get out because

in between Wal-Mart and Trader Joe’s,

I had the best idea for a new title for the

Memoir revision of Shug!

This was the photo on that cover.

Earlier, the revision was going to be called

Silently Dreaming:As the Music Winds Down

But now I’ve been so inspired

by a new book, 

The Memoir Project:

The Thoroughly Non-Standardized

Text for Writing & Life.

by Marion Roach Smith 

I've changed my focus.

Last week I had these title ideas:

The Envelope, Please

I Was Never Meant To Be A Star

Hold On To Your Dreams

Looking for Me.

The new memoir title

“Confessions of a Blue Tomato”

"How does that grab you?

Would you read it?"

 . . . to be continued

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POETRY IN MOTION

POETRY IN MOTION

It’s so hard to keep five plates

spinning atop those long wobbly

poles of ambition I seem to need.

(I’m glad I have flowers to keep me sane)

What I need is to complete things.

Completion is what really

makes me happy!

And I’m happy because finally,

 I’ve got the printing all figured out.

Doing my own stapling is part of

this assembly line process.

Since I had the camera in hand,

I went outside in the 93 degree heat

to quickly take some more photos

as a remembrance of July, 2011

From a distance I thought

the Poke Weed was blooming

but it turned out to be

 the crape myrtle.

this year I have some Black Beauty

 heirloom tomatoes

growing on the deck.

I’m so grateful for flowers and

tomatoes that

grow as long as I water.

While I was watering I got a new idea.

A spin-off!

Like adding another spinning plate

on another wobbly stick.

Why not make up a bookmark

for the new books of poetry?

It would say

"Please Pass the Poetry"

I would draw a sketch with

 Poetry

 written on the bowl.

“PLEASE PASS THE POETRY”

READ ONE POEM

ALOUD

TO 

SOMEONE!

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WHEN YOU 

FINISH

READING

THESE

LATE BLOOMER

POEMS,

GIVE THEM AWAY

TO 

SOMEONE ELSE!

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If I get that figured out,

completed, and printed

I’ll be even more happy!

stay tuned . . .

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THESE WORDS I WRITE

This is a page from an old

sketch journal.

Lots of poems

start from a journal entry

Here’s the first poem

from Late Bloomer:

    

Some of these words I write are not mine. 

They have come from a thousand poets before.

I have only inherited human frailty

and left room for Divine order.

Some of these melodies I compose are not mine.

They have swept through the hearts 

of a thousand musicians before.

They too, were lost like me

and somehow found

their way through

art and music and poetry.

My soul has roots down

to the beginning of time

back to that lonely flute player

on the banks

of an ancient river.

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GRITS PIE

GRITS PIE

This is grits pie, one of the delicious

dishes prepared by Classic City Chefs

for a

Sunday Brunch in the Field

held on the grounds of

Tim & Alice Mills in Hull, Ga. 

makers of Red Mule Grits.

We also had arugula salad with

walnuts & raspberry dressing,

Polenta, w/red bean sauce,

roast pig w/grits dumplin’s

baked grits w/poached egg

in a fabulous sauce on top.

Lemon/chocolate cake slices

along with the grits pie

which tastes like egg custard.

Suzanne meets Luke the Red Mule

Two girls who live on an organic farm

that supplies our local restaurants,

which is what this event is about.

We step back in time

and watch corn being ground

into grits and corn meal.

Lots of music and crafts, too.

Grannie weaver, Lois, and her 

spinner gran’baby, Trinity.

Homegrown products, 

like Tom with his onions

and sweet potatoes.

His jolly wife, Margaret,

makes aprons and bonnets.

She puts one around my neck saying,

“I want you to have this!”

I've hung it in the kitchen.

I bought a bag of cornmeal for me

and a bag of grits for Suzanne.

Luke’s picture is on the front.

and Miss Alice's recipe for cornbread.

Proceeds went to benefit

Athens’ Project Safe,

a shelter for battered women.

I live in a great community!

Allelulia!

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