by Jessi Fuller Fields
I'm-wrong-about-this threatens to drop down dreadful-sincere but here's what I know— the smell of roast beef stoppers me and the pressure builds shooting me back to a table set for six on a Sunday father at the head God on his lips our hands join in blessings for the feast of meat and potatoes. Ten years of early mornings in the hardened pew hundreds of hours spent head-bowed and hushed while the pulpit purred with edifying reproof and after that always the same our private liturgy left on low to tender to melt into the shreds I despised yet was obliged to finish no picky eaters in our house just churning bellies filled with prayer.
Reconstructed Attic Figure
by Peter Scacco
Jessi Fuller Fields is a poet and writer based in Sao Paulo Brazil. Her work deals with breaking silences and exploring generational traumas. Fields completed an MFA at Queens University of Charlotte in 2020. Her poems have appeared in QA, Typehouse Literary Magazine, and 8 Poems.
Peter L. Scacco began making woodcut prints when he was sixteen years old. His artwork has been featured in numerous print and online journals. Mr. Scacco also is the author of seven books of poetry and a translation of Théophile Gautier’s The Salon of 1850-51. Mr. Scacco has lived and worked in New York, Paris, Tokyo, Brussels, and cities throughout the USA. Since 1995 he has made his home in Austin, Texas. Further examples of his art can be seen at www.scaccowoodcuts.com.