Meatball Memories

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/nosey-delights/   Meat. Flour. Fry. Meat. Flower. Fry. It was a process I knew how to do before I could spell my name. Probably the most comforting smell I can think of is the smell of my grandma’s (and my mum’s) meatballs. Dripping oil and deliciousness, with a promise of a rise in your blood pressure, they weren’t the healthiest things I ever ate but they were heaven on earth. Anytime I smell Haitian Meatballs It always brings me back to when I was in Elmentary school. After a hard day of times tables and long division I’d get home … Continue reading Meatball Memories

goodbye, winter

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goodbye winter liam bee a woman, herself a broken blue clapboard, carved fishbones on my house. the more i look at them, scratches on the brick shoulder, i see the impoverished elders bent life right in thousands of my favorite poems. one window cracked but i believe it, the night i love, grey a quarter cut of darkness. the woman who lives in every remembrance of maine winters which have worn a burden in her center. there is despair, hope; where is there a cover? most places, so rolling and remote. where is the safe place… Continue reading goodbye, winter