GAIL ENTREKIN : This Is Just To Say
THERESA HAMMETT-STEINLAGE & ABIGAIL B. CALKIN : Wisteria
KAREN MANDELL : True Life
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This Is Just To Say Wisteria True Life


GAIL ENTREKIN
This Is Just To Say
 
	
(with a wave to William Carlos Williams)
Thank you for the peach pie red gold, gooey, thick and crusty: peaches carried heaped in a basket up the hill from the tree we planted seven years ago, watched over, pruned, debugged, (harvested one rock of a peach that first year) and now its branches bent to the ground on the uphill side, their burden of fuzzy softening fruit almost more joy than they can bear. You rolled the dough while I peeled fruit into a pail my hands deep in the juice and pulp my mouth smeared where I sucked my fingers, my hair sticky on my forehead, tiny fruit flies buzzing in the kitchen. I helped you lift the flat crust with spatulas and we laid it safely in the pan. You spiced the golden bowl with cinnamon and other secrets, crisscrossed the top with lattice crust, and this morning, you gone off to school, I cut a piece and served it on a small blue plate with milk in a blue cup. I ate it slowly, noticing every bite, watching the grasses move as the breeze swept across the distant hills. I've left the rest for you, sweet baker girl. I'll be gone a few days, but I'll be thinking of you eating peach pie. From GAIL ENTREKIN's book, Change (will do you no good) (Poetic Matrix Press, 2005).
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THERESA HAMMETT-STEINLAGE & ABIGAIL B. CALKIN 
Wisteria
You tell me we must go now!" The sun filters through wisteria a cricket sings afternoon song. I sit under the wisteria in tune with fall crickets Wisteria's violet hang in fragrant pendula swaying in warm breezes. Green vines strangle the redbud. The clock hand ascends around my neck. The wisteria knows the sun. Taking command green vines dominate. You look on with violet eyes. Choking on the hands of time recorded in black ink that won't reflect the sun or green or violet. Increments of time the cricket sings your life now! Tomorrow I will sit under the wisteria cocooned in the lawn chair and say: now!
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KAREN MANDELL
True Life
In fourth grade I learned the nym words: Mrs. Green in perfect cursive (also new that year) wrote synonym homonym antonym on the board already alarmingly blurry (too much reading, Rose has continued to say, too many words). Rose doesn't believe in synonyms. A friend's apartment was big (perhaps very) - no need for large grandiose huge, interlopers muddying the Celtic pool. In another life she was a Celt; that memory faded with the blue stripes painted on her body. She insists, still, on little words of house and home. We had a couch, tasseled and brass-tacked damask, no sofa davenport loveseat. For cooking we had pots and pans. Rose didn’t believe in cookbooks. She had one, a gift from both daughters, kept in her bedroom closet. I read the recipes; we’d need saucepot, skillet, stockpot, sieve. Rose said they were pots pans and strainer. Didn’t match up; saucepots simmered their gravies, skillets sizzled their lamb chops (which Rose shoved into the broiler, brillo-scoured heart of darkness.) Pots and pans? Knobble-bottomed, dented, scraped, scarred survivors of ordeal by fire. Strainer? Rose stomping around the kitchen, draining stringbeans, noodles; yes, getting food on the table strained her– eat, she said, no talking until you’re done. And no reading at the table. She didn’t mince words, plain talk, plain food. She tamped us down, like packed brown sugar in a cookie recipe. Outside, her roses flushed and blanched as the light changed. She left us at dusk to tend her quiet children before crickets and tree frogs cut the air, their insistence and urgency so like my own.
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GAIL ENTREKIN : This Is Just To Say
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