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It’s been a while. I loved this blog, so I’m not sure why I abandoned it. But the gardener is back to cut away the weeds and start planting. Now is my time to be fruitful I suppose.
The following is all about my writing and eating disorder, a poem I was too embarrassed to submit to H&H. My excuse was it was too autobiographical and not “experimental” enough. And I felt naked, talking about my personal battles. Two years later, and still I struggle… Ah, well, here it is:
another case of writer’s block (July 2006)
everything has been written before
so i’ve given up poetry for good.
now I can write that dessert menu –
the world needs more pies and pastries,
not “clever” ways to express joy & pain-
the hot and cold of the human condition.
give me a homemade carrot cake,
not another awful love poem-
sweetened with insincere artifice.
let me dream of dark chocolate truffles
while malaise covers me like a blanket,
because it’s comforting food to me now-
and you can’t eat words.