September 7, 2021

A note about this week’s poem:

I’m trying my hand at blackout poetry, which is when you take a written piece of text and redact words to create a new piece of writing from the remaining ones. (In this case, I switched up the order of the words a little in my poem.) The above image is the original text I began with, which is a page out of a book called “No Recipe: Cooking as a Spiritual Practice” by Edward Espe Brown.. The image below are the words I kept (and re-ordered)

secret ingredient

When the world
becomes impossible
to order
in your own body,
remember
the marvel
of sweeping.
One practice
in detached
rejection.