OTHER WAYS TO DANCE

  I weigh flour and sieve it, like snow falling- a few select seconds of harmless dust to decorate these stopped streets with isolated sirens that stir more in body than the contents of this bowl. I reach for those tiny flakes that offer rise before pouring over the honey- a smooth sweetness to cut […]

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THE WHOLE

  Remembering Nana Frances on Nollaig na mban (Women’s Little Christmas) Evolution 13. The Whole My grandmother, whose name was Frances and not Nana as I used to think, started baking cakes for Sunday‚Äôs tea on a Monday morning, slow and steady was her process like her concentration while waiting for pennies to drop from […]

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