I'll just bring napkins and plates. There's enough here for 10 poems! But I am drawn to excess, challenged by absurdity and pleased by enthusiasm, so this is exactly my cup (er, bucket) of tea.
Thank you everyone, for your contributions. Now I have to do some moulding and shaping of words and ideas. I will try to steer away from hash or stew and make something delicious and distinctive. Or maybe I will make some very yummy stew. Who knows.
Thanks for your trust and playfulness.
Look out for the poem on Friday.
question: why, when we go to a potluck, do we make enough for everyone, even when we know that everyone else is doing the same?
mompoet - gulp