tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364011911851842290.post8022072042464171599..comments2020-07-14T05:41:27.926-07:00Comments on Sleepless: Olive Oil and Talking Myself to Bedbenjamin runcohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384768857769724260noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364011911851842290.post-37707473455548509712009-11-20T15:18:45.118-08:002009-11-20T15:18:45.118-08:00a wave of hunger is rolling over me now. if the po...a wave of hunger is rolling over me now. if the poetry doesn't work out, you might want to consider a career as a food writer.Lovely Little Lovelieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14439577563869357486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364011911851842290.post-13265950952347480912009-11-19T17:54:06.162-08:002009-11-19T17:54:06.162-08:00Amazing job here...I love the first poem...the min...Amazing job here...I love the first poem...the mingling of smell and sights you have conjured for the pleasure of the reader. I was amused by the second...thinking that I too have been haunted by chores while company was about, usually this happens when I have nothing in common with said company...<br />TigraAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com