Showing posts with label edible poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label edible poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, June 20, 2010

At its core, is a poem the most practical little beastie?

A nest of need.

Saying what needs to be said.
Saying what you never knew needing saying.
Hearing what you never expected you needed.


Food is the edible form of poetry. Of course.