Word as sound. Now think sound as fabric. Silk over fleece. Velour over cotton. Polyester poetry?
Cadence in cooking. Gently heating black beans for hours – gurgles and tiny spits. Grilling chicken marinated with lemon, lemon thyme, pepper, and olive oil -- chatty verses the introspective sliced persimmon also being grilled. Please don’t underestimate the role of surveillance in poetry & cooking.
Hubba Hubba
ReplyDeletePhone rings in the middle of the thought--
will it disappear?
In the rain I hear some voices, sloshing car tracks
and a laugh
All lives together
All sidewalks wet