Monday, August 28, 2017

Meditation on inside & outside

Roasted for an hour at 425 degrees these eggplants are shrived & charred to the world.  Inside, a creamy & sublime wonder.  Simply add cropped garlic & fresh red onion.  Nothing else.  Nothing more.

If we could see the insides of our alphabet (all 26 letters) what poem would be written?  How would our speech differ?  Would I still love the word "perhaps?"

Ah, when nightshade speaks, pay attention!

1 comment:

  1. In the background an industrial toy, grating, incessant
    In her mind, a backyard of lavender, the fountain fixed and running