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Selected writing samples PoetryGood Luck Kitchen Witch She's huddled and folkloric,has the waist of a dame who cooks with lard, a scarred anatomy invoked from spatulas and whisks which missed their marks. Her nose a wilted vegetable, the badge of her ilk, and yet beneath her largeness, her botched and graceless bearing, I'm stilled by the teacups of her feet. She eyes me from that cracked glaze, disillusioned by what she sees in my stockpot. Maybe it's where I've placed her, the close company of Siamese salt and pepper shakers. Maybe it's jealousy, the way I move freely over linoleum, slicing carrots into a bubbling broth. She was meant to bring us fortune, culinary miracles that curl like smoke beyond the kitchen. Perfect omelets nudging us towards love and prosperity, a charmed life of planned children, tiramisu and balanced checkbooks. But she's an uncooperative hostage, defiant beneath her shawl, eternally silent and determined to keep her magic to herself. -originally published in Pierian Springs Other poems:HyperurbiaSaints in her Backyard Pet Funeral Sea-Girls Notes on Crashing, I-95 Baby Jesus Found Near Last Chance Creek Venipuncture My Sister's Tattoos Apathy The Cure Widow Warrior Dans le Cartable de Jean-Francois And For Her Next Trick Clipping Coupons with Medusa Geographic Tongue Nothing Ever Happens Here Invisible Things Autumn Walk with Keegan Sleep Hag Sympathetic Magic Still Life With Punk Rocker The Jesus Rocks Bike Parade What I'm Here For Used to It Kunisada's Moon The Brothers Grimm, Imagined as Rivalrous Siblings Apocalypse Documentaries Death of a Domestic Appliance The Mormon Girl's Basement ...Back to top... FictionCutting CornersWaxing Razal Selling it to Mrs. Foster The Mother's Guide to Flight Patterns Barbie Toes Random Girl The Problem with Logic His Family Worked with Horses ...Back to top... Non-fictionPeachesTongduch'on, 1994 ...Back to top... |