Elisabeth Gold

You nailed it Born and bred in Tibet, you clipped your fingernails into the batter of Western mindlessness and made organic hole wheat. The first time I met you, you stole my mind actually, not mind you stole my self for a few moments. Your fingernails of unimpededness were eaten by the hungry students: Mukpo keratin. You rose to every occasion. It was the yeast you could do. -Elisabeth Gold