Imagine this: I'll make Allen Ginsberg’s Summer Borscht for a Saturday lunch and invite two friends to join me. As a prelude to the meal, I'll lay imprints of Katharyn Machan Aal's "The Beets Poem" atop their pace setting and leave them wondering who is who.
Imagine this: I'll make Allen Ginsberg’s Summer Borscht for a Saturday lunch and invite two friends to join me. As a prelude to the meal, I'll lay imprints of Katharyn Machan Aal's "The Beets Poem" atop their pace setting and leave them wondering who is who.
Loved your beet curations. Why am I suddenly compelled to write a poem about beets? This is your fault.
"Yes to the shoulders of beets" - all these selections are superb. Thank you!!
Wow! “The Victory of the Beet-Fields” 🙏