a trilogy of tiny food poems
(read them quickly, before they disappear)


where is x, y & z?
(i know it's cryptic, but there is a trick to this one. i think it's easy, but can you guess it?)

a baby cookie dreamed eternally from gardens,
hiding in joyful kisses,
luscious mocha nights of pastry,
quiet roses, shimmering tiny under vanilla whispers.


haiku of a summer roll

shrimp and tart mango
surrounded by translucence
and spring green whispers


the Orange Trees were her babies
(for my mom)

A sigh of sweet
and
a trickle of pucker.
My mother gently cradles the orange orb
in her soft hand.