Mycelium by Wilda Morris

At Grandmother's Table circa 1948 by Elizabeth Langemak

Taste by Patridge Boswell

Lullaby by Edward Mayes

Shakespeare by James B. Nicola

Summer Night by Diane Giardi

100 Words on My Father with a Big Fish by Jan Presley

Why go to heaven yet by Margo Davis

Roll Over Beethoven by Jonathan Pacic

limnophila aromatica by Susan Soriano

Bantams by Heather Bourbeau

Salt by Carolyn Wells

It Won't Taste the Same by Michelle Morouse

The Fallacy of Comparisons by Paul Lieber

Ode to End of Summer by Wally Swist

408 Dates with Maureen by Gail Bellamy

Taste Testing by Sarah Fawn Montgomery

A Meditation on Working as a Produce Clerk by Ross Stager

Le Fouquet by Elisa Albo

Two Poems by Sarah Paley

Transubstantiation by Susan O'Dell Underwood

Two Poems by Sharon Abra Hanen

Strawberries by Vincent Peloso

Chin Chin by Jessica M. Brophy

Nonpareil by Lois Rosen

Creating Foodie Monsters by Elisa Albo

Foods I Love by Meredith Drake

Three Poems by Terence Winch

Soufflé by Piscilla Atkins

Three Poems by Gail Peck

Under the Kitchen Floor by Bruce Cohen

Spring Peas Come to the Stores by Hannah Fischer

Two Poems by Grace Bauer

Kettle by Susan Kelly-DeWitt

Going to Get Swedish by Carol Berg

Potluck on Sulphur Creek by Brenda Butka

My Mother's Handwriting by Julia Wendell

Radish by Lauren Henley

The Way of the Buddha by Nadia Ibrashi

Famine Bread by Karen Holmberg

Leer Comida by Andrés Catalán

Cooking Show by Gary Mesick

Museum of Butter by Carol Jenkins

Two Poems by Crystal Simone Smith

Yardbird Suite by John Dufresne

408 Dates with Maureen

by Gail Bellamy

September 2014    

At 8:30 a.m. every Saturday for years
the three of us have basked in the
same place at Tommy’s Restaurant, a booth
across from the big green speckled bowl
bursting with red-ripe tomatoes,
and ordered a trio of Maureens
with cheese for breakfast. Sometimes
we praise Maureen’s eponymous plate—
potatoes, vegetables and cheddar
in the colors of the Irish flag—or
speculate about Maureen herself.
Once, I think, we took a photograph.

All these Maureens on oval platters,
1,224 of them by my estimation, are like
framed portraits reminiscent of 800 Pacos
who presented themselves at Madrid’s Hotel Montana
at noon on Tuesday in Hemingway’s story
The Capital of the World.
We three arrive, in mittens or sandals,
on zombie junkets or bull-riding breakfast rodeos,
rushed or lingering, laughing or lamenting
but always meeting with Maureen the potato gamin.
Breakfast, the gentle link that stretches
like a string of melted cheddar from fork to chin,
connects us at Tommy’s, The Capital
of Cleveland Heights, Ohio.


  Gail Bellamy, PhD, CCP is executive food editor of Restaurant Hospitality magazine and a Certified Culinary Professional. Her seven published books include Cleveland Food Memories (Gray & Co.) and poetry chapbooks Victual Reality: Food Poems and Traveler’s Salad (Pudding House). She co-authored The Vegetable Storybook, which received a “Best in the U.S.” Gourmand World Cookbook Award. Her work has appeared in more than 80 publications. Gail served as the 2010 and 2011 Cleveland Heights Poet Laureate, and received a Creative Workforce Fellowship in Poetry, funded by Cuyahoga Arts & Culture.


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