Wednesday, September 25, 2013

What does malabar spinach offer a poem?

What it offers itself.  Crunch.   To be more descriptive:  crunch in a vivid green.

To be truthful as all blogs are, malabar spiniach is not spinach at all.  More vine-ish. 

The same might be said of the next poem written (it not being a poem but more vine-ish).


SALAD ALMOST AS IF IT WERE CAPRESE

heirloom tomatoes --- cube the larger ones & add orange cherries
malabar spinach -- strip the leaves
small mozzarella balls
black olives
pine nuts
olive oil
pepper

toss and serve in a glass bowl

toss the next poem across blank paper

1 comment:

  1. Interrogations of spatial forms
    Diligence in the everyday
    A spark of luminous doubt
    Too many potatoes in the field

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