Wednesday, April 23, 2014


Carrots are one of my return-to-foods.  Return-to and enriched from knowing them early on.   Comfort food.  Carmelized by the grace of olive oil.  Add black pepper and fresh hard cheese.  Add walnuts.  Add pasts.  Comfort beyond comfort.   What is comfort beyond comfort in poetry?  The sound of the poem in the mouth and how it tastes in the ear.

Besides, color matters in both food and words.  

1 comment:

  1. & there by the window, a sheaf of fabric
    she meant to sew a dress or something sane
    the tilt of the wire on the model

    headless in the midnight air