“Slice“, Benito Martin (Photographer, Sydney Australia)
Tag: orange
You suck the slice, toss the rind, skate away.
Notes:
- Post Title: Anne Carson, from “Foam (Essay with Rhapsody): On the Sublime with Longinus and Antonioni,” Decreation: Poetry, Essays, Opera
- Photo by alinatrifan via ingenue
Monday Morning Wake-Up Call
Clara was always so gentle with me, soft knocks on my bedroom door, a hand just barely on my back as we walked, her voice always low with me, like speaking to someone ill who had just woken up. She once came to my room with a sack of clementines and asked me if I would like one. I didn’t know what a clementine was but I said yes. I always said yes. We sat in the living room and she showed me how to puncture the skin, tear back the peel, divide the sections out like a strange bloom. I ate one after another just so I could peel them again and again. (Did anyone else notice how citrus skin released a wet blast of oil with each pull?)…I kept my mouth full of citrus, rubbed the oil from the peels against my palms and wrists, and still every time I see a clementine I think of this moment, think of Clara.
~ Catherine Lacey, from “The Answers: A Novel”
Photo: Haikudeck
As a child, I learned to eat honeysuckle sugar.
As a child, I learned to eat honeysuckle sugar. It is a tedious process, […] one that requires demonstration and touch. Despite the meager payoff, a few drops of nectar, these are small, bright memories. When I look through my past for a consistent pleasure, I find those empty, discarded blossoms scattered through my childhood summers.
~ Alysia Sawchyn, from “Riverbanks and Honeysuckle,” Cutbank (no. 86, July 2016)
Notes:
- Inspired by Adam Zagajewski, Slight Exaggeration: An Essay: “the surface on which we step has no more substance than the clouds floating above us on a summer day.“
- Photo of Honeysuckle: Awkward Botany.
- Prose Source: Memory’s Landscape. Alysia Sawchyn was the Winner of the CutBank 2016 Big Sky, Small Prose: Flash Contest with Riverbanks and Honeysuckle.
