There is a secret to baking which resembles the gardener’s green thumb the scientist’s measuring tools with minute intervals not enough to transform sagging dough into dessert when we were young our plans to make strawberry shortcake failed in a pool of brown soupy syrup my grandfather peered into the dish and politely poked WhatContinue reading “After Botched Tarts”
Category Archives: Sleepwalking
The Day of the Dead
The end of October brings roadkill to the highways. All varieties of small, unfortunate animals litter the shoulders between Pennsylvania and Delaware, as if part of the fall foliage display — foxes, dogs, raccoons, fuzzy house cats splayed out like serial victims, collective suicides telling of lost volition. They must have never learned how toContinue reading “The Day of the Dead”
Devotion
Mechanisms for coping, counting sitting with hands splayed, we keep the throat from bursting into tide and whatever else we call how we want everything including what we last were forced to discard. Plainly the birds hover like a fleet of darts and the grey sky bears down against the stretch of highway in palmContinue reading “Devotion”
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