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World Series

I'm pleased to note that 'World Series' has been printed in the most recent edition of The Chaffin Journal. World Series Julie Bolitho There are times when I am lost in 1939 at the World Series holding my breath as the Yankees beat the Reds the war just a glimmer of lens flare in the stands My grandmother was not quite ten then but I am there with autumn leaves tumbling russet into my hair The crisp air is cloaked in blue sky and like snow on the tongue the lungs suckle invisible charges from the atmosphere The perfume of polyester and body odor, leather and red stitching, rise from the pitch like smoke And in the distance I wave back at myself seventy years later when the War has been repla

Chicken Learning

I'm pleased to note that 'Chicken Learning' has been printed in the most recent edition of The Chaffin Journal. Chicken Learning Julie Bolitho I am learning to sleep alone, to lower the setting on the washing machine for smaller loads of laundry, to live with the ghosts of memory that hide in the unfinished kitchen— a project you began two years ago. I haven’t mastered cooking for one. The dogs eat a lot of scraps now. The chickens too. Not just pieces of mango and pineapple, but potato and black bean curry, croissants leftover from experiments in vegan baking. I have never been very good at sleeping having spent adolescence in a perpetual state of insomnia, only drowsily drifting when frien

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