Category: Flavor Town USA
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“Two Little Stories about Black Beans”: A Flavor Town USA Fiction by Eli S. Evans
1. I was in my twenties and living in the sort of apartment one lives in in one’s twenties, ramshackle and tumbledown on the wrong side of town. But it was very spacious, and I subsidized my income, which was both part-time and meager, by subleasing out various of the rooms I didn’t use as…
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Flavor Town USA Poetry: “The Sugar Eaters” from THE DUST THAT SINGS by Alex Gregor
they was sittin round the fireplace sippin tea & eatin fruitcake on crushed velvet divans with bronze claw feet on oriental rugs, when the maid walked in with a silver tray weighed down with a heaping mound of sugar cubes. the headmaster of the school, seated between the principals, waved her hand in the maid’s…
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Flavor Town USA Poetry: “The Shrimpboat Captain” from THE DUST THAT SINGS by Alex Gregor
on the island of if,the shrimpboat captain dreams of geckosclimbing up cave walls,catching them & setting them free. when he wakes up in the middle of the night,& stares out into a sea of dwarf foxes on the dock,their eyes glowing from the light of his lantern,he climbs back into his bunk and asks himself,how to…
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Flavor Town USA Poetry: “The Bloated Whale & The Barfly” from THE DUST THAT SINGS by Alex Gregor
we was sittin along the bywater drinkin white wine spritzers,when a dead whale washed up on the shore all bloated & swollen. so we carried our glasses down to where the sand met the shore& poked the mammal with a stick, till water shot out of the blowhole into our faces,& anchovies slid out of…
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Flavor Town USA Poetry: “The Animal Garden” from THE DUST THAT SINGS by Alex Gregor
follow the bagpipes into the animal garden,where the poet sharpens his pencils& scratches flea dog with a fire poker,where the bass fiddle player stokes his flames with a horsehair bow,where, in the salvage yard, the junkman turns over hubcaps for frogs & asks: ya wanna frolic in the hedges?ya wanna tickle the keys of an organ with…
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Flavor Town USA Poetry: “The Lowcountry Chef” from THE DUST THAT SINGS by Alex Gregor
down on the banks of the Ocmulgee River,we ride that coal train to the steps of the cemetery,where the lowcountry chef soaks red beans in well water& grinds down brown rice to flour, sayin, i crack an egg open on the spring equinox, slice offa piece of salami & squeak. holdin a jar of honeysuckle…
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Flavor Town USA Poetry: “The Hourglasses” from THE DUST THAT SINGS by Alex Gregor
when i carried my fiddle down to the river of silver,i paddled upstream through currents of molassestill i heard the bellows of a bandoneonfill up with the fog & the dew,then push out steam. so i slipknot rope round rusty iron cleat& followed the trill of that squeezeboxthrough the vines & the reedstill a boat…
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“Shiny Shiny,” a Flavor Town USA short story by Mollie Schofer
When you live in a forest, there isn’t much to do but lie on your side and eat the open oysters offered to you by woodland sprites. (Open oysters are open like two palms cupping a skein of fresh-molted salamander skin.) Sometimes, of course, the woodland sprites are in a mischievous mood. They dust the…
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Six Flavor Town USA Poems by Eddie Kim
Untitled(With Final Line from Roethke) An elegant and corpulent diner in Costco sweatsis dancing at this buffet—the way chopsticks can place piecesof amaebi in a mouth while pinching offtheir tails … The choir of heads keeps watch from a separate plate.The docking is smooth, decisive. Like a figure skater in practicehitting all the jumps. A…
