Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Chicken soup. What's the kinship between chicken soup and writing a poem?

Well if your grandmother never told you, perhaps, I should. A poem in its most culinary form is chicken soup. And, yes, chicken soup is always poetry. The ladle, the pen welcome leftovers to the stock pot. Remember, the page is often such.

1 comment:

  1. while rushing, the figure leans into the wind
    no hats to fly off, no scarves to tangle

    the buildings terrifically neutral
    swell when regarded as temples and fires

    all means to be recognized
    but she cannot yet see it as there