we made ribs on a sunday.just felt like the right thing to do. cleaned out the pit, stackedcharcoal with the paper bag bits; a…
in remembrance Two matching cans of peaches in the cupboardI can make that work said the chef’s eager handsFlour, sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, butter for…
two honks and he is risenin the living room from a couch more comfortable than you’d expect. she cascades across the street in an…
I put a little of myselfinto everything I cookMom says, making breadon the formica kitchen table I watch her stretch and fold the doughher…
and the woman who sold them wore a thick sweaterbuttoned in the middle of 90 degree heat.But we didn’t notice, reaching for the salt…
At a time like thissmoke drifts across the roada few bars of harmonicaflit through the gusts of conversation. You are no longer alive. A…
What do you hunger for?The you who answers to your name,all 30 trillion human cells of you,is also the you made of 39 trillionbacteria,…
from the last of our beesrequires a spoon long and strongenough to scrape a final huddledglow from the jar’s corner. Goldturned to crystal, gold…
I don’t want to go to Hell when I die,to be dead and still be suffering andnot only suffering but sufferingworse than when I…