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

Going to Get Swedish

by Carol Berg

February 2013    

At first, it’s was only the red
Swedish Fish I find at the Five

& Dime on weekends. Red gelatin
shaped like minnows

I press between my teeth. In college
I find Tre Kronor in Chicago and eat

muesli hungover mornings.
I tell my friends I’m shopping at IKEA

when really I’m going to get Swedish
Meatballs plopped on my plate. I lick

splotches of lingonberry jam, clumps spurting
something like blood I hope invades

my veins. I bake bread doused with crushed
cardamom, knead Swedish Limpe bread

but my teeth still feel American.
I buy pickled herring, spear

each slippery chunk to display
on knäckebröd with spoonfuls of sour

cream. Wheels of Bondost & Jarlsburg
cheese jam my refrigerator drawers.

Like some mouse from Småland
I nibble & nibble. And then one morgan,

I mean morning, I hora, no
hear, someone skriande

stanna, stanna!


  Carol Berg's poems are in The Bakery, Escape Into Life, qarrtsiluni, blossombones, Spillway, and A Face To Meet The Faces: An Anthology of Contemporary Persona Poems. Her chapbook, Ophelia Unraveling is available from Dancing Girl Press, and her other chapbook, Small Portrait and the Woman Holding A Flood In Her Mouth (Binge Press), is forthcoming.


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