Primeval Breakfast by Jeffrey Hynds My wife calls me upstairs, so I leave Seth at the table with maple syrup like the fire of the gods. Two-year-old, who knows if he’ll listen. Who knows if he’ll take it and pour it all over his pancake and plate and head and syrup the whole moment with an amber deluge of disobedience —just what I did years ago, the one thing forbidden.
Jeffrey Hynds is a clerk and poet whose work has been featured in Ekstasis, Juniper, and Faith Today. One day, maybe he will publish some books that achieve prestigious awards. He lives in Toronto with his wife and young children.