Tagged: food

On the Food page appear articles on culture and travel, and fictional narratives that deal in depth with all things edible and the world of food.

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A Troll’s Life

Short Story   Roger sat on a stone near his bridge looking intently at the lackadaisical water. Inside were some trout, fat ones swimming upstream with modest determination. Roger was large and it took...

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Stay Young

Poem Who was I when I was you? Hiding your hands in your sleeves Tucking your head in your hoodie Shielding your mouth bashfully Giggling and eating a chocolate chip cookie Long hair, long...

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Snow

Poem I didn’t meet you for lunch that day because I had to make a fucking run for it. I had to put as much distance between me and that place as I could....

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To Eat

Poem I would rather starve on the streets of Florence Naples or Rome than eat well here at home They say one cannot survive on culture art or architecture alone but here in this...

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Slow Travel: An Amateur Drinks Wine

Non-Fiction I am no expert on Wine. In a blind taste test, I probably wouldn’t able to distinguish one wine from another, one vintage from another, or one grape from another. Neither would I...

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Finishing Their Cupcakes

Haibun Mira and Frankie finish making the cupcakes. She raises her voice over his removal of something. Then she shows him the final touches: applying cream. ground dark-chocolate and peppermint. chocolate chips. She pours...

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Silent Night, Silent Day

Haibun Something in the way she drives. Her left hand, turned up, turned down, on and off the steering wheel. Her steely eyes, centered on the road. The 40 MPH sprints on the side...

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The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Nine

Haibun Ninth Day: August 26, 2013 Downtown Jeffersonville. We bought wine, a scarf — and her birthday card. All before lunch. gray clouds a sigh of relief clutching that envelop Rain Day. We rest...

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The Rosebush and The Brier – Part Two

Short Story   The coals hissed as Bobbie threw handfuls of wet sand into the fire pit. “C’mon Williams, get your boots on; we’re heading out.” He popped up from his sleep, remembering the...

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Return

Haibun Poem   The oatmeal with sliced banana has a spongy texture. Each warm spoonful spreads across my tongue. Outside the open back door, a lone bird sings, and then is silent. Breakfast done,...