Resistance like red spring poppies under a pristine town a river painted with black where the depths reach up Cypresses spindle up from a country house white walls Vague clouds of trees the bed of poppies leaping out like a three-dimensional creature from the flatness of Idyllic Town, Europe A road — a creek —Continue reading “Still Life with Cookie Tin Painting”
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After Botched Tarts
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”
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”
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