I don’t know why I haven’t thought of doing a Friday feature on food before. There must be a number of foodie poems out there to choose from, more than just about plums and apple picking. And who knows, maybe I’ll cook something worth sharing on here. It’s been a hobby of mine for ages…
Tag: garlic
William Stafford Weekend
Okay, so he was born in January. That actually might explain a lot about the icy, cold beauty in some of his poems, like his famous “Traveling through the Dark,” and “Ask Me,” which begins with those delicious words, “Sometime when the river is ice . . . ” But I was born in September,…
David J. Bauman 