new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Getting a whiff of the field fennel here (that's a poem for you). And like very much the thought of being "pickled pink".
Thanks, Duncan. BTW, "pickled pink" is what I feel like whenever I try some of my wife's pickled lady fingers seasoned with fennel and other sundry condiments! Great with ouzo or tsipouro.
I tink I almost know the feeling, maybe.
Dat's interesting--wheredja nibble on the lady's fingers?