Poetry

Sweet Potato Pancakes at 7 AM

Sweet potato flap jacks
and bacon fat
sizzle on the stove top
As an eager child
grips her fork,
readied in hand and the grease
goes splat right off the pan

Splitter, SPLAT
The migration to plate
as hungry bellies await
and milk is served in sippy cups
and orange juice poured —
Breakfast is served
Now give your grace
to the Great Spirits above.

By Jeffrey Pillow

Jeffrey Pillow is an American short story writer, memoirist, and poet. He is the author of The Lady Next Door. His writing has been published in Urge Magazine, The Nervous Breakdown, 16 Blocks, USA Today, Sports Illustrated, TheBody.com, New York Times, Washington Post, and Richmond Times-Dispatch.

He grew up in the small town of Phenix, Virginia, population: 200, and now lives in Charlottesville with his wife, two kids, and a dog named Mozzarella Cheese. He is a graduate of the University of Virginia where he was a Rainey Scholar. This is his blog.

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