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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

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Bantams by Heather Bourbeau

Salt by Carolyn Wells

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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

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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

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Soufflé by Piscilla Atkins

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Yardbird Suite by John Dufresne

Roll Over Beethoven

by Jonathan Pacic

April 2015    

In the forest of memory
one winding path
takes me to a Sixth Grade
Saturday morning
my sleep eclipsed
by pensive strains of Beethoven’s Fifth
I stumble into the kitchen
the music sealing me
in an sudden envelope of
awake and aware

at the table my stepdad
sipping his morning coffee
lost briefly in Ludwig’s reverie
he glances up at me
then down at the steaming mug
“You know, Beethoven counted out
60 beans per cup
when he made his coffee.
perhaps that helped fuel his genius”

So now, 25ish years later
my reflection
about the age of Beethoven
when he penned that marvelous Fifth
myself a miner of creative gems
I stand before my bag of
fair trade Sidamo
and wonder for a moment-
could the strength of Beethoven’s coffee
epic in my memory
stir great pieces
through my pen?

I count out beans
in 2/4 time
until a small mountain
glimmers in the morning light
I place them in my hand powered
coffee-snob certified
ceramic conical burr grinder
knowing that Ludwig
must have done the same

I crank the handle
my stepdad humming the fifth
in my mind

When the grind winds down
I transfer the beans
to my Beethoven-approved French press
add a cup’s worth of water
and wait…
wondering if creativity will spring forth eternal
or if the coffee will be too strong
even for me
a bona fide straight black
no-add coffee purist

I pour the black gold,
waft and inhale two beats
and a rest
then sip…

It’s my familiar daily cup

another sip
just in case…
just coffee

I sigh and smile
knowing that this dreamer
needs to head back to the mines
and that Ludwig’s genius
was no hill of beans


  Jonathan Pacic is a student of the moment and a teacher of fifth grade in Aurora, Colorado. His work has appeared on the board of his classroom, as well as on sticky notes in the lunchboxes of his three children. He is currently working on a collection of poetry for all readers and a middle grade novel for children. Visit his website at www.jonathanpacic.com.