Saturday, June 26, 2010

Is a poet happiest when she is writing a poem or when she reads that poem?

Process & product.
Chicken & egg.

Speaking of eggs, hard-boil a few. Add sardines, parsley, twist of pepper, tomatoes, drizzle with olive oil. Augment with bright sun & sand. Improvise on a loaf of bread. Now, write that.

1 comment:

  1. best before the break of day
    a compliment or theorem
    too odd when the others are out
    of speakeasies on the street

    for if she should appear
    indecisive or remote
    chalk it up to a dart game lost
    that scar from another age

    tender no falsetto
    while baking for the day
    stand by the center of the flame
    & hold out your hand, again