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Go Inside This Week’s Issue of U.S. 1: July 24, 2019

The following stories were originally published in the July 24, 2019, issue of U.S. 1 Newspaper.

Bella’s Mother Baking for the Church’s Bake Sale

Every year Bella’s mother baked for their church’s bake sale two cookbooks opened to grease-stained pages Flour everywhere, electric mixer, mixing bowls, rolling pins, measuring cups, spoons baking racks, sheets divine smells of cinnamon, nutmeg,...

The Awakening

I have listened to the spring heard its repertoire of arias echoed by the cardinals felt its breath as a warm breeze so gentle to the touch observed its verdant grasses mowed in linear patterns its...

Working on My Tan

My old skin Could use a little color Pale from Winter’s harshness And its bitter blasts The flora’s beauty The trees majestic spread And the birds Cardinals, Blue Jays, Finches, now yellow Luxurious warmth The Summer returns Like an...

Clearing

it is evening after storm — the one titled “Nor’easter Four”— I drive with excessive caution between fields devoted to farms passing, first, the owl-wood then harriers’ hunting grounds on my left, hefty cows graze as...

The Poetry Crimes

She walked in, “what is all this?” she asked She put on her glasses, examining the evidence. She recognized my finger prints on it. My words spilled out on the table, Labeled like a crime scene on...

Carrying Water to My Indian Neighbor

For Shefali, an Eighth Grader “It takes a village to raise a child.” We sat on your couch and I read your poem all three pages. I was struck by the lyricism of your lines and...

The Immigrant

A civil war rages, a degree awaits, an uncle calls or greener shores beckons, You fly, walk, navigate immigration, sneak over the border, You don’t know it yet but you are...

Love Song — Push Play

If you let me get close enough to kiss your eyes, your face, lose my nose without a trace into your heavenly scents, I will then curl around your chest, and listen for...

Will You Hold My Hand?

(To Mom & Dad) As my family sits by my bedside weeping, will you come and be with me. As you once held my hand when we crossed the street. As you once put me on your shoulders...