April can and can't be the cruelest month but without question, April is National Poetry Month. Like beauty, words are a reflection and they know how to sail. Words also absorb light. Continuing in the purple vein (as in prose), consider the eggplant & how deliciously it absorbs olive oil & crafts a perfect sentence with tomatoes & basil & garlic & feta & walnuts.
astounding delivery of precious metals
ReplyDeleteone night, waiting for your call--
accused of half-baked solace before the gurney-like contraption
she accosted me in the hallway, dressed in flimsy
expectations, blasphemous words