Saturday, August 17, 2019

A bud paints the flower


and titles it, "from the inside, out."
Write a 1 lines poem in pink ink which can be read left to right or right to left and which feels like a minimal epic.
Construct a meal where the desert tastes like an appetizer.


1 comment:

  1. Visit to CT one winter in the 1900's

    IV.

    We all intersect forever, though we touch or not.
    Such is the immutable quality of family,
    that it complicates and grieves and transports
    our individual souls to some collective terrain.
    What I understand is filtered through what
    I will never understand.

    Though our specific love has its own manners
    and silent gestures, it is more the winter sky
    that speaks for us, its irreverent suspension
    of the elements, and illuminated crystal gaze.

    for d. 8/2019 sf, ca

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