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Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine, Your Repast

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

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine Your Repast By Bobbie Troy i no longer gorge myself on your soul i no longer feast upon your body i no longer taste your lingering lips i no longer feed  upon your repast i bear my loneliness  like an empty plate that carries your shadow to my table […]


Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine, Soul Food

03.26.11 Posted in Contributor Series 8, vox poetica originals by

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine Soul Food By Nate Spears The love from my mother’s pie Warms my digestive tract as it passes through Each slice warms me up As it flows through My soul The sweet potatoes thicken our bond The lemon extract stings The milk soothes The sugar makes it all so […]


Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine, Five Harvest Haiku

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

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine Five Harvest Haiku By Joan McNerney A cup of coffee warm fat pancakes bubbling up my haiku breakfast Just sniff those spicy fruit bars crammed, packed in bunches at the bakery. Try some of this pink cotton candy! It makes your hands all sticky. Nothing tastes more exotic than […]


Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine, Piece of Cake

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

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine Piece of Cake By Scott Owens Despite the cliché there is nothing easy about them. How could there be in anything that requires such beating? But where else does sweetness arise from violence? Whisk water into cocoa, cream butter and sugar, beat in eggs. Still, who could resist the romance […]


Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine, Plenty

03.24.11 Posted in Contributor Series 8, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine Plenty By Maureen Donatelli Those summer peaches were just perfect big and rosy ripe for feasting so I ate far too many sitting small in the yard small beneath the vastness of a flagrantly warm August sky while you stood swallowed by dancing grey shadows behind the crooked screen […]


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