By Kinsale Drake
I feel god in this Taco Bell tonight: Cheese, beans, rice, the witching hour of missing someone. My ...
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- By Frank X. Walker...walk into a bar in America. Butterworth says, I’m being repackaged. Ben says, I’m being rebranded...
- By Samyak ShertokTwice a year Apa cooked his “monk’s half-moon” dish: pumpkin blossom lamb curry—first crackle the fenugreek...
- By Nikki GiovanniI always like summer best you can eat fresh corn from daddy's garden and okra and greens and cabbage...
- By Lucia CherciuEven the grocery list is a love poem, a prayer— God, let me keep what I love. Peaches, cheap. Books,...
- By Kimberly JaeIf a jar of jelly is $2.98 & a loaf of Hawaiian bread is $4 Then how much bail money will I need when...
- By Nikki GiovanniI watched Mommy Cook Though I cooked With Grandmother With Grandmother I learned To pluck chickens Peel...
- By William Langland‘þis were a wikkede wey but whoso hadde a gyde þat [myȝte] folwen us ech foot’: þus þis folk hem mened...
- By Bert MeyersRabbi of condiments, whose breath is a verb, wearing a thin beard and a white robe; you who are pale...
- By Bert Meyers1 A suburb of coffee cups; napkins, those crumpled hills; silverware, freeways spotted with grease, ...
- By Quincy Troupe1. three shades of blue evoke minnie's can do, soo chow's, yori wada 2. jimbo's bop city, john lee's...
- By Jill McDonoughHere is how often you see donuts in kid-jail: never. Zero times. Like seeing a cat or a dog, a cell ...
- By Marilyn Chinmelon Melon is hard on the outside Tender on the inside She has a magnificent personality So they bred...
- By Susanna BroughamMonths later, my father and I discovered his mother’s last word— deep in the downstairs freezer, one...
- By Ed Robersonfunny that little yoke sunny side up in the span of the lake every morning for breakfast bubbles up ...
- By Adrienne SuThe rice plant drinks up arsenic, so show good sense and change your diet. Studies reveal, where fields...
- By James McMichaelThe Artichoke She bore only the heart, Worked at the stem with her Fingers, pulling it to her, And into her, like...
- By Olivia MacielThe plump lemon, the spoon's metal cuts off the shadow, the bursting overflow of pleasure, the dark ...
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- By Luke KennardInjured, sleep-deprived, sorely tested, Adah, Cain, and Father K are falsely imprisoned in a shallow...