a random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of... well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry.
Friday, 23 May 2008
Poetry or Cookery?
Private thoughts, each an ingredient not yet mixed. Simmering inside me, they fuel my art. If I were to let everything spill out over the floor, I would have nothing left to cook with.