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
Interrogations of spatial forms
ReplyDeleteDiligence in the everyday
A spark of luminous doubt
Too many potatoes in the field