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Alysse McCanna-Davidson ('07) lives in Colorado Springs, Colorado with her husband and their two kitties. She is currently trying to live a life that combines her love of art history and her passion for poetry, and hopes to someday inhabit a log cabin and making a living of writing. At the moment, Alysse enjoys cooking, camping, reading for pleasure, the company of her husband and owning a home.
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lime-blossom tea
at the kitchen table, cups and hats
and hands, a still-life left unpainted.
the air steams with citrus, a tinge of vinegar.
pickled herring served with stove potatoes
cooked in a flat clay pot. someone, his aunt perhaps,
speaks of her day at the hat-shop.
“the shape of the head is difficult to navigate.
customers do not understand the art.”
his mother nods in agreement.
after supper, a village walk.
he takes sticks of twisted barley
sugar from traveling gypsies,
tasting lime and sugar, dissolving
into a sour, sweet thickness
his tongue cannot breach.
the serenity of the fading light,
twinkling brown like a Bruegel,
leaves his hands swinging idle at his sides:
they didn’t know the only thing
that drove him to paint
was the rising urge
to strangle someone.
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