A slight delicacy: supermarket green grapes covered with Kool-Aid powder, frozen solid, a real Flavor is preference, but Strawberry Kiwi is best. I had them in Madison the week they’d just culled seventy-two geese and donated their bodies to Eat as breakfast before you go to the house. Yes: the one on the rock. From the turnstile you’ll be followed throughout by tied-died kids with no fortunes, palms read At some point in the tour, all ragtime music will become haunted; the air in there the same that Frozen crows fall in other cities while all summer we’ll monitor the eagles’ nests for lost That whole place is spooky, sure, but most groundskeepers become immune somehow to these I have known my share of small-town lifeguards who didn’t live long away from the water. If you still have tokens leftover at the end, you get to see my dad wandering into the barn to My mother’s favorite part is the menu of the Titanic, hanging on the wall up above the octopus It is framed and holds a boatload full of last meals. Fresh fruit was offered at breakfast, but only to the first- and second-class passengers. For supper, the third class received gruel and cabin biscuits and cheese. Am I wrong in thinking these grapes, sour as they are, would have fit right in there, on the Now calliope has been revisited, and I’ve been taken past Hastings, Nebraska, on a train. Next time I’m taking a picture with which to write from and it will find us silent in the car on Avery Gregurich is a writer living and working in Marengo, Iowa. He was raised next to the Mississippi River, and has never strayed too far from it. Image: bakeitwithlove.com Check out HFR’s book catalog, publicity list, submission manager, and buy merch from our Spring store. Follow us on Instagram and YouTube. Disclosure: HFR is an affiliate of Bookshop.org and we will earn a commission if you click through and make a purchase. Sales from Bookshop.org help support independent bookstores and small presses.
“Welcome to Wisconsin” moment where otherwise broke down supper clubs mark the
towns, or where they once were.
area food banks.
instead by bronze handles greasy from other grips.
inhabits cuckoo clocks.
dog collars.
things, spending whole summers pointing guests out through the sliding glass door and
out into the preserve.
stumbled upon a baby vulture.
sculpture.
sinking ship at supper?
the way back home, reaching into the plastic bag and gathering dust on our hands and
lips with every grape.
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