- Last updated 12/8/10 by Mothering Editorial
By Christina Meade Cohen Lately I've been a kitchen poet seeing poems in potatoes and so forth. Needing to keep a pen on the stovetop to record snatches of thought. Ever-present toddler at my knees repeats with gusto the words I say aloud. We laugh at the more preposterous ones. Crowded in among shopping lists and everybody's schedules my favorite poems hang on the fridge competing for attention. Just as satisfying as a well-cooked meal my gourmet poems. read more



