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Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine, Snack-rifice

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

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine Snack-rifice By Maxwell Baumbach I wouldn’t die for me I’m pigeon toed I walk funny I can’t take me anywhere my laugh is obnoxious my voice is whiny I talk too much I talk when I don’t need to say anything at all my temper is shorter than my […]


Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine, Breakfast All Day

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

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine Breakfast All Day By Julien Edmund Moss Part 1 When he went to upper brass About his big decision They rejected Jeb Marshall But he went through anyway And now he makes the big bucks Because breakfast always works People got their sandwiches Of egg or sausage all day […]


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 […]


Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine, Eat Merrily: A Little Girl’s Cacophonous Tastes

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

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine Eat Merrily: A Little Girl’s Cacophonous Tastes By KJ Hannah Greenberg Stuffed children, eat merrily Rainbow-clad, troughs, Everlasting spangle. Singing, singing, singing. If houses were of bubble gum, Streets of sweetened salts, Oceans filled with cherry pop, Lakes of chocolate malt, Then Sally Saunders’ pillow-based Allergy, fitted beyond feather […]


Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine, The Crabs at Christmas Eve

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

Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine The Crabs at Christmas Eve By Gianluca D’Elia In the back of the car On Christmas Eve morning Was a brown bag Of a dozen crabs In the front were my Dad and I The crabs were creepy, And crawling around in the bag Alive and soon to be […]


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