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…
by G Collins The Remnants I paw through a shell uncoating the coated corner store, red haze on plexi glass, scratches from gimmes. Contents:…
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…