When cleaning my office recently, I discovered an old composition notebook that I used to carry with me whenever I'd set up a table to sell my books. Scribbled hastily on one of the pages was the first draft of this week's poem "Butter and Bacon Fat." It's the tale of a lonely and somewhat hungry poet who endures a heavenly aroma coming from a food vendor at the same farmer's market where our hero is selling his books. Yes, it is based on actual events. I'll definitely be including this poem in ...
Published on August 27, 2020 02:06