Each month a contemporary poet presents three poems and one personal essay in which food is consumed, passed over, or reckoned with. Megin…
by Fabio Parasecoli A lull followed the appetizers. Resting our exhausted jaws, we savored the aftertaste of sassy stoning and lavish massacres. The wing sauce…
Days of 2003 That year he, too, finds himself out of work, but the smell of oysters and garlic lunging toward his open window…
Anniversary Wiping a smear of chocolate from your cheek, our arms tangle over the bowl of batter you’ve thinned with a cup of oil,…
Each month a contemporary poet presents three poems and one personal essay in which food is consumed, passed over, or reckoned with. Gianmarc is…
by G Collins Winter Mallow I don’t speak often of you though I should – you’re delirious & reek of an early sunset…
BREAKFAST The brisket this morning is thicker than usual. My father sits across the table and talks about how people grow apart. I stab…
Mirror Instructions Be unembarrassed in an unused kitchen, we are innocent/raspberry tarts behind the glass. Extracted from the warm bread of love, I…
Palate My lips graze your shoulder safe in white sheets. Our universe, a platter of delicate sweets. I am Hatchetface in each instance of…