#11 decembrance 2018

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I went to the studio dreaming of soba noodle soup. I photographed dried noodles in hopes that a recipe would appear like a new wildflower in the woods. Instead the recipe arrived out of the blue in my email like a new poet. I didn't find time to go to the store to buy the required ingredients but somehow the combination of available things from our pantry in a different order created a delicious soup.

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A New Poet

Finding a new poet
is like finding a new wildflower
out in the woods. You don't see

its name in the flower books, and
nobody you tell believes
in its odd color or the way

its leaves grow in splayed rows
down the whole length of the page. In fact
the very page smells of spilled

red wine and the mustiness of the sea
on a foggy day - the odor of truth
and of lying.

And the words are so familiar,
so strangely new, words
you almost wrote yourself, if only

in your dreams there had been a pencil
or a pen or even a paintbrush,
if only there had been a flower.

--Linda Pastan

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