Jun 14

oma koti kullan kallis

The evening before Vappu, my grandmother would spend the entire night in the kitchen, kneading dough, slicing cabbage, and whisking batter-- all of this happening simultaneously as we drowned in spice-perfumed air, surrounded by piles of delicate kaalikääryleet cabbage rolls and sweet tippaleipä cakes we were forbidden to eat. While my siblings and cousins played outside, I stayed with my grandmother in the kitchen, transfixed as her careful hands heated the fragrant makea manteli oil over the stove. I was fascinated by the way the thin, wispy tendrils of dove-grey smoke curled towards the ceiling like slithering serpents. The air would fill with the heavy, sweet smell of simmering almond oil and the warm, bright scent of orange peels and vanilla, smothered in a smoky blanket of cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove.
Oct 07

the steps of making tea


i have never found myself in poetry,
but i think i may have found myself in your arms
as we sit in your kitchen, waiting for the kettle;
your soft eyes and parted lips, sculpted by aphrodite
as you silently boil the water. 

you have careful fingers as you pour the hot water
into two red, chipped mugs. i remember the
gentle pressure of those fingers twisted in my hair. 

curled green leaves lay with small jasmine flowers,
Mar 28

Flaming CIty

there was a darkness filling the air in their lungs,
but yet every time they exhaled they released
columns of light into the night sky above them.
great smoke stacks spewed silver plumes into the distance,
smoke hanging low in the rich dark sky,
flaming flecks of light contrasted against the limitless horizon.
the city was a vast, intricate labyrinth of tiny lights;
golden man-made stars burning like embers fallen from the sun.
it was as if somebody had taken a fist full of glitter and blown it across the city,
watching as it fell to earth, shimmering and sparkling brightly with gold and white light.
i sat above all of it, the ground below me alive with dazzling light.  
roads twisted and snaked through the maze of buildings
everywhere i looked i could see millions of shining lights sprawled beneath me,
gleaming brilliantly, flickering passionately.
Oct 14

Rock Climbing