4 thoughts on “wordless wednesday: what happens when an absentminded poet labels the farmer’s market produce while contemplating the work of Syliva Plath

    • I confess, I also have a recipe for red sauce that calls for “2T fresh baseball” — transcribed while Mark McGuire was breaking the homerun record 🙂

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