Friday, March 11, 2011

Malleable. Are poems less malleable than prose?

Waiting for the sentence to weigh-in on the subject, let’s consider the equivalent in food.



Tofu. Eggs. Supernovas of malleable food. The Malleable Cuisine – look for it 2012.
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  1. SusanMarch 14, 2011 at 1:22 PM

    Touched

    once, then never
    forgotten
    a pebble, a warm head
    a piece of ice
    her weight at night
    the door, just opened

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