Sunday, June


Sunday, June

Trying to give, I fail too often.
But this day we prepare for you
food that your beloved often cooked,
made with the ingredients of 19,000
nights and promises of more to come.
These potatoes. That beef, the fruit.
Simple, and yet so difficult to reproduce.
Even the recipe is incomplete. “Some
mayonnaise,” it says, then “mustard,”
but not whether dry or prepared, and
the amount is unclear. Yet the results
transport you to stronger days, to
the clear-eyed self and limitless
possibilities, meals on the table
at five o’clock, the satisfaction of work
well done, knowing that you have soared
above your father’s imprecations
but never beyond love’s touch, her
sleepy murmurs, morning coffee,
burnished histories and late cigarettes,
the tulips on the soil you’ll soon share.


“Sunday, June” first appeared in the print journalΒ Nourish in March 2018.

12 thoughts on “Sunday, June

  1. Sweet sadness … great model, nudge to those wondering what they could possibly offer near a loved one’s end. Chuckled at the vague ingredient details – cards from my mother’s box (kept for sentimental energy, rarely opened) likewise read like a list of candidates … if available, throw in some …

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  2. “knowing that you have soared above your father’s imprecations…” what a great line. Parental concern as a curse, love as a backhanded compliment (“I just don’t want to see you get hurt”… by following your passions), and so on, all the implications. You are a master of allusion even while your allusions are designed to being “filled in” by the memories and desires of the reader, what you might call a master of “unoccupied allusions”.

    Do you ever wonder why every poetry journal from A to Z is publishing your stuff? No mystery. You are a titan of the Unoccupied Allusion, and you won’t be overthrown by Zeus anytime soon, that is for sure! πŸ™‚

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  3. “…burnished histories and late cigarettes,
    the tulips on the soil you’ll soon share.”
    Love these lines!❀️πŸ₯° The lyrical flow of this piece was amazing! Sad without being depressed, real but not harsh. As someone who cannot compose a poem to save my life, I really admire your talent and diligence!

    As a fellow writer, I would love to know your thoughts about my style. Leaving the link of newest post below in case you want to check it out later. πŸ™‚

    Once again, great job with this one! πŸ™‚

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