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Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine, Another Day’s Work

04.04.11 Posted in Contributor Series 8, today's words by

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine Another Day’s Work By Jeanette Cheezum Pick them up and set them down one foot in front of the other. Shoulders back and core straight. Don’t look them in the eye. Think … you have two grapes waiting for your breakfast. Walk past them. A half a potato, no […]


Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine, Gourmet Love Poem

04.03.11 Posted in Contributor Series 8, today's words by

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine Gourmet Love Poem By Max Reif Menus–that’s where the poetry is today! —Overheard at Meritage in the Claremont I saw you that evening at the Nouveau Grille in the Hotel Centro in Caracas. I remember the Warm Crouton of Pigeon Breast with Black Cherries on a Mustard Seed and […]


Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine, My Purple Passion

04.02.11 Posted in Contributor Series 8, today's words by

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine My Purple Passion (with apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning) By Sandra Forte-Nickenig How do I love thee glorious nightshade? Let me count the ways androgynous one. You awesome aubergine Indian star the earth is your fullness oh wine-tinged fruit. I love your pear-shaped bottom filled with seeds tantalizing texture […]


Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine, Lately

04.01.11 Posted in Contributor Series 8, today's words by

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine Lately By Austin Alexis since my surgery I’ve been having dreams about food, buckets of Kentucky Fried– brimming, mouthwatering. Bacon, also, sizzles its way into my imaginings. And cakes, their chocolate icing, their sugary flakes corrupt my chaste brain. I dream of all the foods I don’t allow myself. […]


Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine, The Law of Persimmons

03.31.11 Posted in Contributor Series 8, today's words by

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine The Law of Persimmons By Cathy Douglas Everyone knows what a peach should be: the tingling essence of summer. I could drool when I think of its sweet young cheeks, its personality all sweetness and spice. But my mythic peach must be hiding somewhere behind the bins of hard […]


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