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

"Haiku and Siren Song" and "Ghazal"

by Sarah Paley

May 2014    

Haiku and Siren Song

Gray’s Papaya stand
only sells smelly hot dogs
Let’s stay and eat some.


I am very hungry. I need to eat something but I should wait until I go uptown but there will be nothing up there – it’s a no-man’s land for food up there and I don’t want to spend a lot of money and I should eat something healthy – I will wait and make something healthy when I get home but ... how does that lady sit there all day outside Gray’s Papaya? It smells so good. She is doing good – collecting change for homeless people – she must hate these hot dogs – dream about them. No. No I should not eat a hot dog. When was the last time I had a hot dog? The sauerkraut part is healthy – they kept sauerkraut in barrels on ships in the 18th Century so sailors wouldn’t get scurvy – that’s how Captain Cook made it to Australia – one hot dog with sauerkraut and mustard would be so good – but look – it really makes more sense to get two.


So far I have said nothing about the food.
Nor do I intend to sing about the food.

I’ll tell of briney oysters in pomegranate juice
Just to use those words – I’d be lying about the food.

Sicily is the key to everything! Italy is naught without it.
I’m not there – here and hungry – thinking about the food.

I want I need I HUNGER for something to eat
though no lunch wouldn’t trouble me. I feel nothing about the food.

Sarah, Sarah, quite contrara, just give up. Don’t think.
Wonder. Sigh. Capers on a skate wing? Dreaming about the food.


  Sarah Paley was born in Virginia. She lives in New York City. Her poems, fiction and non-fiction have been published in The New Yorker, Barrow Street, Agni (online), and Vogue.


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