Psalm by Paisley Rekdal
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Too soon, perhaps, for fruit. And the broad branches, ice-sheathed early, may bear none. But still the woman waits, with her ladder and sack, for…
Tasting: Poems
Perhaps the World Ends Here -by Joy Harjo
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live. The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set…
Oysters by Seamus Heaney
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Our shells clacked on the plates. My tongue was a filling estuary, My palate hung with starlight: As I tasted the salty Pleiades Orion dipped…
This Is Just To Say -by William Carlos Williams
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet…
Onions -by William Matthews
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] How easily happiness begins by dicing onions. A lump of sweet butter slithers and swirls across the floor of the sauté pan, especially if…