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…
Each month a contemporary poet will present three poems and one personal essay in which food is consumed, passed over, or reckoned with. Nathalia…
by G Collins Sucrose at Seven The further away from the wilds you taste the more joyous a boy I’ll be. Crimson inside, pliant…
In the chambers of the pomegranate sweet possibilities stick together like honeycombs, thin parchment skin divisive. It stains like wine but ruptures in the…
by Wende Crow One night she appears at the gate in front of my apartment. Round yellow eyes glinting in the streetlight, two little…