Welcome to National Poetry Month (#npr2020). This month, I am sharing original poems about food and family. In these times of sheltering, food is comfort. A list of links to previous poems is HERE.
This potato ricer has been in my family since I was a little girl. I was introduced to it by watching my great aunt use it at Thanksgiving. I wonder how many pounds of potatoes have been riced.
her gnarled hands
~jone rush macculloch, 2020, draft