Doug Sylver

By Doug SylverSeattle, Washington, USA Not that it wasn’t appreciated however unexpected Not that it wasn’t beautiful however out of place Not that it wasn’t surprising however disturbing A cherry tree blossoming full pink fireworks but in December not even winter yet let alone springanother palindromic day 12/11/21   Haiku-worthy cliché as it is but Basho is walking uphill  while me down and he’s taking notes  on his cell phone noticing the colors nodding to them in their sparseness noticing my noticing nodding to me in my sparseness and this far north next door to Canada a stone’s throw from…

By Doug SylverSeattle, Washington, USA Preparing it for sleep with maple leaves in various stages of decay a foot thick between soil so cold and warming burlap bag blankets with names of coffee companies  from around the world Cafe Viejo from El Salvador Cafe Verde from Ecuador Cafe Nuyorican from Puerto Rico    It was a tough year to be a tomato cold wet spring hot dry summer records falling everywhere nature falling everywhere raspberries tinged with wildfire smoke gardening gloves tinged with wildfire smoke my eyes tinged with wildfire smoke   But there were others successes potatoes hiding underground …

By Doug SylverSeattle, Washington, USA This is when the Quileute tribe calls getting to be the time of no more berries. Earlier sooner this time than ever. It has been prophesied by others that it will last for a time  times and half a time. Which time, which times which half a time is this? What happens after it has gotten to be the time and the times of no more berries? And then, for half a time when no one can taste the memories or recall the many times of berries?