Tag: poetry
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Small Batch Blackberry Jam
blackberries, sweetbitter prickly on the tongue and they taste a bit like wine. i roll my sleeves. hair gets pinned back. i wash, tumbledry some burst in my fingers. this is fine; they’re destined for jam. with a bit of lemon some sugar rogue splatters, inky purples. bubbling, spitting, hissing jam begins to gather on…
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