7/6/2023 0 Comments Lifeboat seed![]() ![]() Thoroughly enjoyable, informative and great to meet you all. Thank you to Ian and Peter and the rest of the team who gave up their time today to open the station and show us around. ![]() This was totally unexpected and impromptu and I think that made it all the better. I was really chuffed to be able to see and share in all this today and learn so much more about what the RNLI do on a daily basis. Told lots about the things they do, the times they go out, but also the additional stuff they do, like on Sundays at 10am, taking out Cremated Remains for families and scattering them at sea. I was shown the current RIB's that they have at this station, plus the fantastic tractor that is used to move the boats in and out. I spoke with Ian who just happened to be one of the Tour Team and who was very knowledgeable about all things RIB, RNLI and the Porthcawl Team too. She is published or forthcoming in Guernica, The Best Small Fictions 2019 anthology, Hobart, SmokeLong Quarterly, and elsewhere.So there I was having a walk along the Seafront and as we walked down towards to the RNLI Lifeboat station, I was quite surprised to see the doors open and the boats on show. She was the winner of the 2019 Malahat Review Open Season Award in Fiction and has received fellowships from VONA, Tin House, and One Story. A wedge of lime in one hand, a rope in the other. We inhale and swallow, we eat and eat and refuse to be empty. A memory, a forgotten place, a distance too great to cross. We see this as sowing seeds for the future - who knows where the next donations will. Gorging on survival, something that is our own. Southport Lifeboat is run by the Southport Offshore Rescue Trust. We sit around the table eating everything we can’t find. Let me fill my mouth with longing for what we lost and found again, let me reach out my hand and grab for more. Give me the whole fruit, the whole seed, the whole plate. Give me the peanuts slick with pepper paste, the peanuts boiled in salt water, the peanuts floating lifeboats in dal. Give me the salted papaya, the mango slice rubbed with a triangle of lemon. Unhinge your jaw, consume whatever you’re given, aching, longing, too hungry to In the next country you swallow your memories, You do not consider what they took from you: the ground beneath ![]() You,īeing a child, thought it was the crickets, that you had taken something that The next day you found yourself exiled,įleeing a country that spat you into the ocean, teeth from a broken mouth. ![]() You found yourself wanting, the crickets drowning in bileĪnd fruit flesh on the bathroom tile. Oil-crisp, wings stiff and light as eyelashes. Then guava, flesh scraped with baby teeth, the insides of a coconut, its The temple, orbs of sugar and sun-warmed milk rolled by hands bigger than You tell me that in the beginning you ate peda offered from Mouth, unable to imagine what might be better. Heads low to the table, we ferry food from plate to Pillows of bread, noodles thick as thighs. The only food inĮxile is everything we never dreamed: potatoes fried into oily smiles, white Posted by Quinn Sena in category: sustainability. The British dip butter toast into cups of imported Indian tea. The rice meal, we say, as the plantains hang fat and green from the trees, as The only food in the labor camp is riceīoiled to slurry, set with small stones and prized nodes of salt. Waves, the acid of emptiness, the boy who asked his mother for yogurt and datesįrom a mouth crusted with seasick. The only food on the boat was rice meal mixed with water, Food marks the displacement of the collective speakers as the pleasure of “guava, flesh scraped with baby teeth” is replaced with the need to “unhinge your jaw, consume whatever you’re given.” In the last section, the speakers’ desire for flavors from home is inextricably intertwined with a hunger for “a memory, a forgotten place, a distance too great to cross.” Wading into Oza’s richly textured prose, the reader’s immersed in the tastes of loss, survival, and longing. Assistant Editor Maggie Su: All three sections of Janika Oza’s “Lifeboat” revolve around food-as sustenance, as survival, as a way to connect to a lost country. ![]()
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