Steven Ross Smith | OLIVES

OLIVES It’s always the springy stir plan, plant, hope slipped into earth-skin’s slopey pores (soon to be cellular mirrors) ………. glinty, green, spring flares ……….sprung from soft mossy pads as you slice on the chopping board This truth’s a bit musky for most ……….(like the unwashed uncle ……….invited for fettuccini champignon) “Tsk, tsk” or “snicker-snicker” […]