Two secret ingredients:dried flowersand toasted pumpkin seeds. A ceremonial tone interrupted by sips of infused iced tea.Chamomile floretsin boiling water smell of sofrito tenderizing the browning meat.A cold cast-iron poton no…
This is the night the dead unburythemselves & sit at my table;they do not know that they are dead & how would I convince…
At his home, we cook pasta, the one I make for my parents, who crane their necks to make sure I don’t burn burn…
You look up out of your box at a green green world, grin on your face overcoming the grimaces of the likes of cauliflower,…
i thump a spoon against my tongue. the same thing every day i eat the same thing every day because banana & peach &…
A lot can be made of them,real things painted and glossy,necessary or vulgar.Coconuts hang from the strong head of a tree forced to slope,to revere…
when the sun sits inside itself, he hangs in mind & lyingeven in my bone hammock — pressing a pulse — everything is a…
Sapote SplurgeWe waited for mom to open you.We shook you until your pit gavea note, music from the cribof your heartthat was still whole but…
I can recite to you the ingredients I need to make a nice pernil and some toasty garlic buttermilk buns I can tell you…