Bhut Jolokia John Findura holds an MFA from The New School. A finalist for the Colorado Prize in Poetry, a Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference…
Untitled Horse Story Sometimes, horses for sale on the street are loosely tethered to parking meters and, once, I had just enough twenty-dollar bills…
Classic To say we were on the rocks would be old fashioned. I don’t want to advertise the bitterness. In Manhattan I meet a…
Both My Parents Were Flight Attendants So I Took to the Skies Quite Naturally I am flying over the North Pole and am having…
by Megin Jimenez My grandmother twisting the neck of a hen. It’s my most distinct memory of her, of the handful I have left.…
by John Findura John Findura holds an MFA from The New School. A finalist for the Colorado Prize in Poetry, a Bread Loaf Writers’…
Each month a contemporary poet presents three poems and one personal essay in which food is consumed, passed over, or reckoned with. Megin is…
Experiment with the bliss point. Create the greatest amount of crave. Add more excitement. Twice as much sugar. A device simulating a mouth. Into…
Each month a contemporary poet presents three poems and one personal essay in which food is consumed, passed over, or reckoned with. Megin…