Fall 2010 / Issues / Poetry 2010 / Volume 41

A Recipe for Diaspora — Iris Garcia

I attempt to cook today. Chop onions and tomatoes, stir rice measured by the cup of my palm into hot oil. I sprinkle cumin seed liberally across the surface and see my mother’s hands. My mother’s hands pinch salt into the pan, add water, do not stir. I’ve never been able to make my mother’s … Continue reading