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

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Famine Bread by Karen Holmberg

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Museum of Butter by Carol Jenkins

Two Poems by Crystal Simone Smith

Yardbird Suite by John Dufresne

Ode to End of Summer

by Wally Swist

October 2014    

Sunlight flickers over the lushness of August,
fills even the slender inflorescence

of stalks of timothy, as a flock
of cedar waxwings flies in and out of the hedge

of honeysuckle. Luxuriant halcyon weather
will give way to the flurry and the early chill

of September busyness not dissimilar to the way
the windy poplar lets go of its leaves in such

a burst and with such flare; and letting go
is what we need to do. What a delight to have

leftover morsels of lobster marinating in butter
from last night’s dinner, that I serve over

four toast points, spread with mayonnaise
and paprika; accompanied with a salad

of garden fresh tomatoes, snow peas,
shredded carrot, and sweet onion in olive oil

and balsamic, tossed with julienned basil leaves,
cracked black pepper, and Kosher salt.

I finish the plate with a garnish of two grape
leaves stuffed with spearmint and rice.

To celebrate the relinquishing of summer
only makes room for more appreciation

of what was savored and the harvest to come.
To ready ourselves for the harvest we offer

our gratitude to every bite of shellfish and
the medley of vegetables that

they will nourish us and might place us in
balance with the windy poplar releasing

its flurry of leaves and what may be nature’s
harmonic asymmetry, igniting us into verb.


  Wally Swist’s books include Huang Po and the Dimensions of Love (Southern Illinois University Press, 2012) and The Daodejing of Laozi, with David Breeden and Steven Schroeder (Lamar University Press, 2014). His new poems appear in Commonweal and North American Review. Garrison Keillor recently read his poem “Radiance” on the daily radio program The Writer’s Almanac.


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