The Fellow and I are sending goofy texts to each other while I sit here in the cafe, and he’s at work. So you get two poems in a row with a kiss in them. I was damn impressed with Irene’s poem for We Write Poems, using only twelve words; and if there’s one thing I love, it’s a challenge. This is what putting my shoulder to the wheel resulted in. You get very little room in twelve words unless you’re Hemingway, so I had a bit of fun with the language, trying to get as many “t” and “k” and “sh” sounds to reflect the title as I could, without losing the image.
In tasseography, kites signify wishes coming true, or at least in kahve falı, the Turkish version (I believe). And I take sugar with my Turkish coffee, in copious amounts.
twisting our kismet