Erin Jamieson holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Miami University of Ohio. Her writing has been published in After the Pause, Into the Void, Flash Frontier, and Foliate Oak Literary, among others, and her fiction has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She teaches English Composition at the University of Cincinnati-Blue Ash College and also works as a freelance writer.
A Prose Poem
By Erin Jamieson
I never told you this, but my father was wonderful at building fires. Or maybe he was not so wonderful, and there was no talent involved, and maybe talent doesn’t matter and maybe what does matter is how much pride he felt after he built one, despite the brutal wind of a Minnesota winter. His lips chapped, his fair cheeks nearly scalded with windburn, but the look in his eyes was the look of a man in love. Though I didn’t know this at the time. I always found myself longing for him to look at my mother that day, but he never did.