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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, The Omnivorous Restaurant Critic

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

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine The Omnivorous Restaurant Critic By Neil Ellman In the end he eats his words when nothing else is left but syllables en croute sentences beurre blanc a bouillabaisse of mindless sounds homographs that taste the same– his bitter tact upon his tongue. Neil Ellman’s poem Horse’s Skull with White Rose appeared at vox poetica in December […]


Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine, Leftovers

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

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine Leftovers By Michael Turner I consumed the leftover squash and onions today as well as the last of the Christmas turkey. Seven days into the new year I still consume your love but cannot savor you. You join me at dinner, noon and night in so many ways, but […]


Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine, The Grill

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

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine The Grill By Harris Tobias The festive meat sizzles on the grill The sausage and the ground beef The chirping guests swill their drinks And make shrill, inconsequential speech The summer frocks the women wear Bare arms dangle like chops The children all agaggle in the pool Their innocent […]


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