Hunger is always personal.
Which words feed hunger?
What food, poetic?
Showing posts with label hunger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hunger. Show all posts
Friday, April 2, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Is personal experience mulch for a poem?
The past is always present. Mind churns it over.
The body, never far from hunger.
Breakfast is dawn arriving on a plate. Nutty cheese, sliced apple and bread. Dab of rough-cut marmalade. Small notebook/pen. Dream, fodder for…
The body, never far from hunger.
Breakfast is dawn arriving on a plate. Nutty cheese, sliced apple and bread. Dab of rough-cut marmalade. Small notebook/pen. Dream, fodder for…
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