Sunday morning quiet Open cans of tomato Puree, chopped, and paste. Only Contadina will do. Garlic, oregano, palm Full of sugar. Mix, check Flame, place cover askew. Remove ground Hamburg From brown paper wrapper. Room temperature Tan eggs in yellow bowl On Formica table. Time to go to the garden. Snap rubbers over black Shiny shoes. Walk through Dew to where the Green parsley grows. Pinch willowy shoots between Fingernail and thumb. Inhale. Return with bounty Steam drips from …
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“Kumquat” * Flash Story * Elizabeth Bernays
I turn its orange roundness between thumb and forefinger out there in the sun. Tiny points of darker color mark oil glands in the smooth surface of its skin. A slightly flattened top with a white center shows where I pulled it off the tree, and a speck of black at the bottom is left where the flower must once have been. A few brownish lines mar its perfection – some minor impact during development. Already my mouth waters and …
“Sheltering” & “Learning to Eat a Mango” * Poetry * Katherine Szpekman
Sheltering In her lust to comfort, she melts chocolate, stirs the swirling velvet in hot butter. These days are long. Why not write a sonnet to brownies; she hears the glossy sputter. Beats two eggs and sugar, pale and frothy, sifts flour, salt and soda like fine sand. Combines all; the batter smooth and sticky. Licks the luscious darkness, upon her hands. Bakes at 350 for half an hour. The fragrance is maddening, but must cool. Patience, in the memory …
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“Carvery Lunch on Sunday” and Other Poems by DS Maolalai
Carvery Lunch on Sunday the fish was fried so thick you could crack it like a drumskin, pulled tight and hammered very hard. and the gravy on her lamb was delicious – I took some. this was lunchtime on Sunday, and we’d had a tense weekend; what can I say? sometimes you fight a little when you don’t have other plans. and I had a sick cousin and wasn’t dealing with it properly, and she had some problems as well. …
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The Creativity and Adaptability of The Dessert Stand Sisters by Samantha Meddaugh
Brooke Smith and her twin sister, Britney Turk, are co-owners of The Dessert Stand in Westminster, Colorado. For ten years, the duo has been creating cakes and cupcakes that feature various homemade mousses or fruit fillings, topped with a thick layer of whipped buttercream frosting in complimentary flavors, and decorated in fun designs for weddings, events, parties, and everyday celebrations . “Our biggest key to success is adaptation,” Brook told me when I interviewed them in their large open-spaced bakery …
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“She Left the Apples” * Fiction * Yash Seyedbagheri
When Mother left my sister Nancy and me, she left the apples. But she took the typewriter, hi-fi, Sinatra records. She even took the leftover meatloaf. She took these things with precision, as if her moment was passing, all too fast. As if she needed to rush into the world and things wouldn’t wait for her. I was twelve, Nancy sixteen. But Mother left the apples. She hated them. Too domestic. Mother encouraged us to stay healthy. She promised a …
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“Must” & Other Poems by Robert Beveridge
Must Juice is wrungfrom the grapeswith a wooden pressor, nicer, feet. This is donea few times, how manydepends on the grapes and what is left is must.Exhausted, pulpy,but, with essence given,imperative. The juice will,of course, make wine,ferment inside wetbarrels, gain potency. But the must, the structure,can lie on the tonguewithout change, slipdown into the throat,taste of sweetness,exhaustion. Oneiromancer You ask yourself for the hundredthtime how much fish sauce is toomuch, add it, throw in another twotablespoons for good …
“Jack’s and Steamers, a Neighborhood Restaurant Giving People with Disabilities the chance They Deserve” by Samantha Meddaugh
Have you ever walked into a restaurant and immediately felt welcomed and right at home? For me, Jack’s and Steamers in Arvada, Colorado is exactly that. When I walk in after being gone for over three years, the aromas of coffee and home-style cooking happily lead me by the nose, bringing back memories of when I worked there as a blind baker from 2014-2016. It’s a bright blue day outside, or so I’m told, when I return to Jack’s Bar …
“Boots” * Fiction * DC Diamondopolous
The same sun scorched downtown Los Angeles that had seared the Iraq desert. Army Private First Class Samantha Cummings stood at attention holding a stack of boxes, her unwashed black hair slicked back in a ponytail and knotted military style. She stared out from Roberts Shoe Store onto Broadway, transfixed by a homeless man with hair and scraggly beard the color of ripe tomatoes. She’d only seen that hair color once before, on Staff Sergeant Daniel O’Conner. The man pushed …
Five Poems of Smell or Taste by Yuan Changming
At the Tongue Tip Bonito Kimchi Bresaola Greek cheese Yunnan Tuotea Moët & ChandonEtc, the like, &…. [Not unlike Li Bo’s poetryBeethoven’s musicDa Vinci’s paintingShakespeare’s plays] Each an hourglass …