Cooking Class, Illinois, Mid 70s

Cooking Class, Illinois, Mid 70s Along her immaculate counter: silo of red-handled sifter, bright order of silver spoons, lemon bales of butter softening in late winter light. In cupboards her husband the carpenter built, bars of Baker’s Chocolate, dried figs, quartered apricots and Mason Jars of brined harvest. A good cook puts up her hair,... Continue Reading →

Photograph

Photograph The family pontoon attempts to usurp dominant contrast though your twin brother sticks out his chest like a gangster— your father’s fedora slopes too close to his nose. Straight as the safety railing, your older brother locks hands on hips. He manages a squint for the camera. The boat blushes mimosa pink to be... Continue Reading →

Canary

Canary Billie Holiday’s burned voice had as many shadows as lights, a mournful candelabra against a sleek piano, the gardenia her signature under that ruined face. (Now you’re cooking, drummer to bass, magic spoon, magic needle. Take all day if you have to with your mirror and your bracelet of song.) Fact is, the invention... Continue Reading →

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