A Drink of Water by Jeffrey Harrison

When my nineteen-year-old son turns on the kitchen tap and leans down over the sink and tilts his head sideways to drink directly from the stream of cool water, I think of my older brother, now almost ten years gone, who used to do the same thing at that age; and when he lifts his…

Baking – Poem

On Approaching Seventy by Joan Seliger Sidney Watching the hands of my son kneading challah dough on the maple cutting board in my kitchen, a memory rises of my mother bending over our kitchen table in Flatbush, pressing, stretching, folding flour, water, eggs into a living elastic. Sometimes in my dreams, Mom appears, whispers of…

Apple Crisp and Ice cream Happiness

Happiness by Wesley McNair Why, Dot asks, stuck in the back seat of her sister’s two-door, her freckled hand feeling the roof for the right spot to pull her wide self up onto her left, the unarthritic, ankle—why does her sister, coaching outside on her cane, have to make her laugh so, she flops back…

I wish I had some chicken

Desire by Michael Blumenthal           Paris, May 2005 Let’s just say I seem to be enjoying these three chicken drumsticks far more than the young man doing sit-ups just across the lawn beside his girlfriend here at the Jardin de Reuilly is enjoying himself: after all, he’s huffing and puffing, and I’m sitting here, devouring my…

Biscuits (Poem)

by Willa Schneberg Mostly when I’m vacuuming the carpet in Mr. Besdine’s office I don’t worry, just do the work and know I’ll be sleeping in my own bed when all the desks in all them offices will have people sitting around them. Sometimes I don’t hear the vacuum cleaner and I’m quiet like when…