Confluence (2)

The headless chicken monster strikes again. Another disclaimer. This poem’s also a little graphic. You’ve been warned.     Confluence   ii. I don’t eat chicken anymore. But not because I stood at Mama’s right elbow, saw her strip the skins from onion, tomatoes, green peppers. A willing witness, I watched her render their varied … Continue reading Confluence (2)

PastPresentFuture (3)

People love to wolf long and loud about what they would or wouldn’t do in a situation. They talk about killing or maiming anyone who threatens them. Or sometimes they say they’d kill themselves before they’d let a particular thing happen to them. Ahh, but life isn’t always that cut-and-dried. Mostly it’s survival and doing … Continue reading PastPresentFuture (3)


“I’m unhappy with happy endings where we think we may have learned something comfortably.” -- Anthony Bourdain from Prime Cuts, Season 7 Tonight the Mister and I binge-watched Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown. Nostalgia about our own trip to Italy a few years back lured us to watch an episode about Southern Italy, Puglia. That episode … Continue reading Upmanship