Showing posts with label baby artichokes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baby artichokes. Show all posts

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Are layers of an edited poem visible?

Digital footprints? Tree rings? Shale? Seen through Plexiglas? Or, password protected and invisible?



How does a well-cooked meal improve by its out-takes? Craft & play. Today’s grilled baby artichokes proclaimed inedible; tossed out with the junk mail. Yearning for success, try again.