“A ver mija,” he said as his work-worn hands gently mixed flour, sugar, salt, shortening, baking powder, milk and a hint of vanilla into a simple dough, he called it “pan loco” and laughed. We had no language but this, and the smile that would…

Walnuts We used to crack walnuts at Christmas and sometimes other nuts as well I remember the nut-filled turquoise bowl splatter-painted with the divided sections Whatever happened to it? The metal nutcrackers were so hard to use the nuts slipping from the grasp of pudgy…

Ma would made me sit in my fav chair while she fed me flaked corn has the magic to lift me higher like an elixir till now maybe it is in the taste or paste that accompanies the flakes down always a delight night and…

I scrape the remains of roasted marshmallow from my fingertips with greedy teeth and ignore the dirt of unwashed hands that comes with it. Someone hums a campfire song; I’ll still remember the words when I’m thirty. Fingernails fill with dried sweat and sunscreen as…

the inspo:  Marshmallow fluff meringue sticky sweet on my tongue dissolve like childhood promises and lingering kisses on the lips of memories 

Saturday mornings we piled into the den TeriDebbieBethieJimbo on our blue shag carpet in front of the console tv all with overflowing serving bowls of cereal… Captain Crunch, Trix Pebbles (fruity and cocoa) and my favorite, Freakies. We watched early morning cartoons until the good…

Plantain Chips Plantain chips here I come My favourite snack at large The drier it is the better it is made from plantain Yellow when ripe Green when unripened you slice it into different shapes Some cubes some circles Some quite elongated and sliced Plantain…

smooth and shiny white blue pebbles lie strewn on the shore after the storm that uprooted their strong and firm roots with force the Banyan tree that crashed through the roof and burnt the car   after the storm that made them hunt for their…

In the darkness Twinkling stars, the strawberry moon Speeding meteors In the light Bright sunshine, wispy clouds Flying birds And yet, the world is but a shadowed gray   Prompt 10 from the 2019 Poetry Marathon – Hour 8

Hide and seek— three kids making the most of a new apartment, boxes everywhere Who could have guessed something so soft, could turn so scary. Youngest child, squeegee in hand, jumps off a box and onto her older brother’s head. Blood rushes and the game…