With a broken-down oven, in a hotel kitchen, on an uninhabited island
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McCabe Coolidge is a book reviewer, poet, and essayist whose work has appeared in Sail Magazine, the San Francisco Bay Crossing, Dairy Goat Journal, and the New Orleans Review. He once lived on a sailboat in San Francisco Bay but now lives with his sweetheart, Karen, in Greenville, North Carolina, where he makes pottery and skips off to the coast whenever he can to sail, clam, and write.
“Son, will you come downstairs, please.” He has pulled a chair up to the couch in the living room. We never use this room. The Christmas tree is placed in here each year. I would read in here as a child. That’s it. I sit on the couch and sink down. He sits straight up in the chair, his graying black hair combed back. His eyes soften. Like the sails on a boat, they offer a telltale sign of which way the wind is blowing and how strong. This afternoon, in the fading light of day, they tell me he is tired.