Broken Blue Bowl |
by Cari Oleskewicz

You will not remember
The surreptitious climbing

Bringing you to the top

Of the glass table

In our post-divorce townhouse kitchen

Where you smashed the blue ceramic bowl

I treasured above all material things.

We both froze when it shattered,

And after a pained gasp,

I cried and cried,

Not thinking to lift you

Off the table.


You sat cross-legged and stranded,

Taking the bowl’s place as a centerpiece,

And you cried and cried,

Not anticipating

The awful wails

From your mother’s gutters.


Our kitchen was full of weeping,

And we yearned for unnamed things.


My precious rage wanted

To clutch and grasp, and make you understand

What I had lost because of you.

But the way you shook

With the pulse of your sobs,

I knew you knew.

The Poet: Cari Oleskewicz is a freelance writer and blogger living in Tampa, Florida. Her work has been published in The Washington Post, Imitation Fruit Literary Journal, Epiphany Magazine, Sasee Magazine and Pork & Gin. Her poem, "The Day of the Winds" recently took first place in the Platform Art poetry contest. When she am not reading or writing, she can be found chasing her seven-year-old and debating politics.

The Artist: Riya Aarini is an avid photographer and writer. She lives in the Midwest, where the variegated seasons offer much unique material to capture digitally. Riya enjoys the theater, where characters drown in sorrow and distress and become elated with pleasure and happiness.