Lynne Elizabeth Heiser
and Tim O’Kane

Lynne Elizabeth Heiser
Spice

Mixed media on canvas, 16 x 20 inches
Response

La Cucina
By Tim O’Kane

Inspiration Piece

Most afternoons, sunlight reflecting off the bay leaves
a dappled, mottled field of saffron
oscillating across the kitchen’s cinnamon
ceiling; like water spilling over mustard
pebbles. Rosemary thought the effect good chi – little
enough she knew of it – but she clove serenely,
almost religiously, to the pap of pop culture parsley.
Chop, chop, chop. Ginger
broke the spell; “We’re almost out of thyme.”
“How can we be out of thyme?”
“I didn’t say we were out of thyme.
I said we were almost out of thyme.”
Chop, chop, chop. “Well. Send Basil
to the market for more and also some coriander
and a winter squash; perhaps a calabaza or butternut.” Meg,
who learnt to spell on twitter and always tried to curry
favor with Rosemary and Ginger,
stuck her head in the kitchen and said, “AcornMeg can i cum in
@BabyRosemary?? i hv a msg
4 @GilligansGinger” Rosemary picked up a large knife. “Get out you beggar – lice-
ridden, grammatic, syntactic catastrophe! Get out before I pepper
your ass!” “AcornMeg 4Q! Tworld! Listn 2 big star rag on
lil ol me. She a pip, a prik, and
GKWE! 86!!! (_x_) #smh ::poof::” As the door slammed, Rosemary
smiled, “Tell Basil to pick up some Mace.”
Chop, chop, chop. “In case that bitch comes back. And thyme.”
Chop, chop, chop. Ginger looked up. “Very sage.”
Chop, chop, chop. “By the way, we are now out of thyme.”

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