Christmas ‘19
She minds the broken wine glass
that slipped from my tremulous hands,
Inebriated and dusted in powdered sugar,

But nutmeg and cinnamon still fondled open air
As kindling failed to ignite
And our bonfire smouldered

As we light up another aroma, potent,
But as we inhaled that festive air,
Tinsel fluttered high above our heads

As embers illuminated tinsel
And toasted our empty glasses,
As snowfall adorned our rouge lips with mirth,

Long into the first of twelve nights of whimsy.

Thanksgiving ‘06
Pecans roasted on the gas stove
As hands maneuvered
Around belligerent pots
That spat and hissed as potatoes softened

And light hours wore on
Until the cool dusk enrobed that long day
In damp ending,
Where gathered around a buckling table

In full view of beady eyes
Did the turkey and fixins too
Descend along the tiled floor,
Ornately painted with fragrant gravy

And lavished with day’s work,
But famished we were as plates descended
And grandma moaned sweet hunger
As a disheveled turkey lay imploded

Just above that thankful table.

Anthony is a mixed-race poet & writer whose work tends to focus on social inequality throughout late-modern society. Anthony travels frequently and has spent most of his life in Kuwait jostling between the UK & America. Anthony’s work has been published 55 times. Anthony has 1 published chapbook titled ‘The Great Northern Journey’.
Twitter/Instagram: @anthony64120