Just a few days before beginning to shelter in place during the coronavirus pandemic this spring, I learned about the Korean concept of son mat, which means “the taste of one’s hands.” It’s the complex network of preferences, training, familial traditions, and tendencies (I’m heavy on the salt) that make one’s food taste unlike anyone else’s.
I looked at the rifted black rock and felt ___________________________________ I am nature and nature is killing me The city squeezed my body The cold the weather I felt ____________________________________________ Felt nothing Felt I was the same as _______________________________________________ As…
1. Note your elevation above sea level. What poems occur here? 2. Map the quarter-mile radius around your home in a poem. 3. Draw a line. On one side of the line, note observations. On the other side,
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