Thursday, August 28, 2003to the iron bars outside the art room
rivulets of steel
frozen in time as
intersecting at neat
to form a bond
Mina at 6:24 PM
Saturday, August 16, 2003there is something i like about eating dinner in a bowl with a spoon.
chicken and rice all mixed up into a comforting mess. it feels safe, and easy. no narrow forks, and table-flat plates. there is no sophistication with a bowl and a spoon; it falls into the same category as old friends, the quilt your grandmother made from pieces of your old clothes and little children. direct, lovable and always around.
yup, bowls (and spoons) are special, right from the day when they were blue plastic and had two handles attached, to yellow handpainted ceramic.
Mina at 2:14 AM