And if you turned the image on its side?

How would you begin the conversation? Would the meal taste like poke?  Could you smell that luscious smell of rice before it was done?  Would you dream of haiku?  

The world is lean

when it comes to blue food.  But plentiful with blue music & blue words.  Just something to consider.

Revisiting the unfamiliar

has a particular smoky jazz feel.  Can't you hear the torch singer?  Can you smell the Indian spices
sautéing onion and ginger and garlic.  What an embrace of scent and anticipation worthy of a few words.  

Word circus

I know I've said this before:  words are salad fixings put on the page instead of a bowl or plate. Summer is the optimum time for salad & word play.  Who can explain to me, how the summer sky always seeps through to welcome those tomatoes & Japanese eggplants.  Go ahead, revel.

Straightforward beauty

Glads are showy flowers but their beauty is straightforward take-it-in.  Drawn right to the center.  Like the seeds of a tomato.  Like particular words in a poem.  But which ones?  Remember, seeds are verbs and a tomato is a fruit.  Why not mix up a metaphor every week or so.  

A mixup of flowers & fruit

A bit of yellow Gerber daisies and several varieties of tomatoes and colorful tissue paper and you have a bouquet of flowers & fruits.  Think of this arrangement as a color alphabet.  Of course, poems are arrangements of the alphabet as well as a bouquet of shape, color, tastes.  A mixup of flowers & fruit & alphabet, yes, that's a poem.

Basil & tomatoes, but of course

And yet, the story is more complex.  Basil, tomatoes, peaches, figs, goat cheese.  Even a bit of Mexican tarragon.  Never forget, food like a poem is all story at its core.  Munch on.  Write on.