Dark red wine in a tall wine flute on a black napkin next to a wooden cutting board with a cheese wheel, a pie slice cut out, adjacent to a knive and bits of herb and cheese. Behind the cutting board is a ceramic tray with a twisted bread stick on it.
Photo by Camille Brodard on Unsplash


A Poem

Forgetful. Missing my cue. I linger in your kitchen.

Caught like a helpless seagull within the eye of a hurricane,

hypnotized by the white electric calm of domestic synchronicity.

The sedate understated ambiance of birch cabinets

beckoned me to stay and command the familiar



Rebecca Simmers
Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone

Rebecca (She/Her) is a queer Poet and Writer, Women's Health Educator, Advocate and Caregiver currently based in Louisville.