My relationship with food has changed a lot throughout the years. I went from being the child in the 70’s in Brooklyn of my…
Musa Paradisiaca by Matthew Ulland Tonight, Santos fries plantains, peels thick green skin, the fruit mashed flat and mixed with crescent garlic moons,…
Sonnet to You by Noelle Kocot Milkiness of sunrise, where’s the traction, eh? You were “left behind,” you were a tomato. I Go along,…
At The Food Pantry One woman grabbed two cartons of eggs Instead of one And was rebuked loudly By a church lady with a…
Artichokes in Winter for my mother We pound artichokes by the darkening window, Waiting for water to boil slowly. Radiator’s heat softens the winter…
Life here is all about the blood in your mouth & how language tastes wrong. Dan Hoy is the author of The Deathbed Editions…
Eat what comes from the sun. This is the first power. All worlds begin with its surrender. Dan Hoy is the author of The…
Gather your own water because it’s black magic. Grow your own food because it’s the black power of a black God. Dan Hoy…
Punta de Mita by Lynne Procope Today, when I can’t remember appetite, let me write this down: deep hunger of the ocean, the…