Paula Brancato

1 month ago | thebookendsreview.com | Paula Brancato |’s Note |Jordan Blum

The scent of leather, shoe wax and the cobbler’s aftershave, pears, brokencrates of ricotta cheese, rinds of parmesan stacked haphazard on barrels of yellow beans,fagioli, hard as beads, crushed beetleaves, broccoli florets, snap peas. The scent of basil stops at the back of the storage room, where grandfather sits, propped up in suspenders and shirtsleeves, head tipped forward, shoulders hunched, his work consumed by their broadness.