The dishwasher is broken and I am standing over the sink eating cold, sweet watermelon right out of the Tupperware that I put it in last night after meticulously trimming off rinds so I could be sure it would all fit in the refrigerator after my husband (who doesn’t like watermelon) bought one–absurdly large– at […]
Carole Anzovin
Carole Anzovin writes from Western Massachusetts, where she delights in amateur naturalism, gardening, baking, reading, and fiber crafts. Her poetry is a dive into living life with joy, attention, and presence. Her poems have appeared in Gyroscope Review, Corvid Queen, Stone Circle Review, FERAL, and other journals.