Yesterday during our feast, I couldn’t help but thinking how the food we were eating connected to poetry in general. There were a mix of flavors and textures in a common setting, much like how in a poem, there are a mixture of tones and ideas. I found especially with the cheese (which was delicious, by the way), the longer you let it sit on your palette, the more the flavors melted together to create a more profound taste. Every poem we read this year, and the ones I put in my anthology, had that deepness and richness to them the longer you pondered over them.

Not only did our feast bring us together in a melting pot of flavors, but poetry did as well in a community of shared ideas.

Thanks to a great, tasteful year!