11/30 | Something’s cooking | National Poetry Month 2018
I took a pot of water and kept it on the stove; I put an old memory into it.. let it boil… As it boiled, I sprinkled some laughter, just enough for a faint smile. and let is simmer… I could see some tears evaporating, but it did not smell bad. I switched off the stove. took a sip. an unspeakable calmness descended on me. … Continue reading 11/30 | Something’s cooking | National Poetry Month 2018