Saturday, November 26, 2011

Malice. Does a poem wish words malice?

Or words, malice to a poem? Neither, I believe. (And what faith-system might that be?) And yet, there are wicked poems and poems wickedly written and deliciously spoken.

In cooking ingredients, cookware, knife, and recipe need to coexist and soar. Mindfulness with a tinge of heat & laughter. Remember, a tongue is the possibility of flame. I do believe, charred peppers (yellow, orange & red) are a delightful, spirited conversation.

1 comment:

  1. Stirrup 4

    She exits, not
    knowing fortune

    not a bit like the
    boat, stick,
    we played with

    my co-

    usin all


    grandpa takes it