Poetry

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

Nonpareil

by Lois Rosen

December 2013    


Would you like a balsamic reduction
on your salmon?
the waitress asks.
I’ll certainly have to tell this
to Aunt Henny.

It sounds so hoity-toity
we’ll laugh that reduction
in sauce means inflation in price.

The salmon piece smaller
than my palm
was delicious,
but left me hungry.

Leave Henny’s hungry?
Never. How could I?
My last visit to Yonkers,
she baked chocolate mandelbrot,
and noodle kugel with cinnamon,
golden raisins and sour cream.

Ignoring her arthritis,
congestive heart,
she popped in a cassette
of Fascination,
said, I’ll lead.
She waltzed us
around her kitchen,
bum feet and all.

I’ll call her on the weekend
when it’s free, tell her
she packed her thumb-print cookies
so well, not one white-dotted
nonpareil fell off.

 



  This is Lois Rosen’s second appearance in Alimentum. Traprock Books published her poetry book, Pigeons. Her award-winning poems and stories have appeared in journals including: Calyx, Willow Springs, and Conversations Across Borders. She’s taught at Willamette University and Chemeketa Community College in Salem, Oregon. A graduate of the Rainier Writing Workshop, she is the guest fiction editor of Gold Man Review.

 

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