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

Summer Night

by Diane Giardi

July 2015    

Thick and sweet,
I lost myself
in your hummingbird cake
and bourbon pecan pie.
Sorghum so slow
and the butter so brown
in your brittle pralines.
Sweet thing, you make my collards green
and my crab tarts warm.
You rub my baby back ribs dry
and pickle my Louisiana okra.
You cobble my peaches
and mix my beans and greens just right.
Hominy, hominy
how you black-eye my peas,
red-eye my gravy
and dirty my rice.
You make my crayfish roll
and my puppies hush.
I’m in a turtle stew of love.
You have fried my green tomatoes,
Johnnyed my cakes
and fritted my corn.
I am dripping,
dripping in love.
Let’s you and I go mint some juleps
and Backyard Gumbo those Louisiana Shrimp.


  Diane Giardi, M.F.A is an artist, arts educator and poet. Her work has been published in various Journals including The Yale Journal of Humanities in Medicine, The Endicott Review, The Wilderness House Literary Review, Kind of a Hurricane Press, The Path, The Nassau Review, Minerva Rising, Ann Arbor Review and Dovetail Publishing. She lives and writes on The East End of Long Island and is The Education Director at East End Arts School.