Showing posts with label spinach and poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spinach and poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, October 31, 2013

On what level does cooked spinach relate to poetry?

Editing!
How so?
Reworking the familiar.
How so?
Usually, I eat spinach raw.
Use it as a canvas to which much color, many shapes, added.
Last night, spinach cooked with olive oil and garlic.
So green.
So fresh.
So promising.