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You offered words like 'Dieu Culinaire,' 'Nourriture Divine,' We ate out of your casseroles, you showed me how deftly you could manage chopsticks. I liked how we cleared our plates; rich saffron pulp, tamarind, black cardamom fills the kitchen. The shooting stars in your black hair in bright formati...

Meenas--- i think you hit a poetic as well as economic vein here: The image of impeccable dignity pressing somehow managed to get along in life with not borrowed money to balance but keeping a moderation of life style in reference. Living so within modest means all through succeeded in climbing thr...

Michael---


oh, a nomination would be wonderful.


but i'm even happier to be where poetry means as much to others as to me.


bernie

I've just opened my second restaurant. Now I have two card tables, two large bowls for mulligatawny soup. I put up a crepe paper streamer as the Ford Cortina did for a new dealership; red and white tissue flutters among aged canopies of the souk merchants. The pot to my left, Anglo-Indian cuisine wi...

I know Meena's poems, but seeing MULLIGATAWNY DREAMS here is as startling as welcome. one early step in freedom is to take back the language with which you are described. native americans, african americans brought awareness to debilitating and other social slurs that are now used only with the scor...

hello Billy---


i agree with Siva.

love that last image.


bernie