Category: Flavor Town USA

Flavor Town USA Poetry: “13 Bean Chili (As Desired)” by Avery Gregurich

after Albert Goldbarth “… and the goof-off kidney and lima and chili beans like Shriners and Masons and lodge brotherseverywhere marching and cavorting … the lady in the next line over says it has turned into such abeautiful day because you can’t see the the chemtrails foronce. the day had started out slow, frozen, great…
Flavor Town USA: Three Poems by Paul Siegell

SENDER. Kirwyn, some white space: A driver delivered our meal-kits on Saturday & I read your book to my wife last nightwhile she fixed one for dinner. The transformation from raw to redaction. Only to transform again. There’s this pendulum we ride: When she works a 7a-to-7p at the hospital, I’m on eats. A recipe,…
Flavor Town USA: Three Poems by Rachel Becker

morning sickness the world hasan atmospheric stenchthat turns yourstomach cyclonicfor the fullnine months. other mothers-to-beoffer advice,but there’s no wayto white chicken meator preggo popyourself out of bed,or to short circuityour brain’smaladaptive mishmashof wires. a glitchthat renders toxic aluminum, toilet bowl,skin cream, stove topthe stench of water. your baby at 12 weeksis a photo of a…
Poetry for Flavor Town USA: “In Foil” by Kath DeGennaro

In Foil It’s something about the way you have to hold it in your handsthe way your mother might have made you onebefore she let you become out of her reach. When I see people eating sandwiches in public I cannot look away. It’s something about how you can eat it standing upwith your neck…
“Take-Out,” an original fiction by Kip Knott for Flavor Town USA

Take-Out Sometimes Clay can’t believe he still lives in the house he grew up in. His dad still lives there, too. Clay and his dad have been hearing a strange sound in the house for well over a month now. They hear it in the morning as they guzzle cups of Taster’s Choice and nosh…
Flavor Town USA Fiction: “Sin Eaters LLC” by Will Musgrove

Sin Eaters LLC It was my first day. Inside the company vehicle, my trainer, Bob, read me the client’s file: sampling grocery store grapes, getting a little too tipsy on Sunday wine, several ticky-tacky sins, nothing a newbie like me couldn’t handle. Bob assured me the job was easy. All you had to do was…
Flavor Town USA Poetry: “We Feed the Living” by Courtney LeBlanc

We Feed the Living The week my father died I dugthrough the freezer and pantryin my parents’ house, pulled outthe ingredients to make my sister’sfavorite dessert. As I stirred and bakedI thought of my father, his body smallbut his hands swollen with edema.As the peanut butter cookies cooledon the counter, the sweet smell filledthe house,…
New Flavor Town USA Fiction by Tyler Dillow: “Cherry Rum Flavor”

Cherry Rum Flavor Deep red cherries in a bowl—I pit them, half them, soak them in rum. These are for later. Small treats take time. Even if only a little. When I make this, I think of countries stuck. Held in time. Always remembered for what they were and this is fine. Pour the cherry-infused…
Flavor Town USA Poetry: “Michelin Star Stool” by Adam Berlin

Michelin Star Stool Le Cirque’s maitre d’leads us past candelabrasdripping wax on polishedcornucopias, mostly Dionysian grapes. He pulls chairs, takes menus tuckedunder his tuxedoed sleeve, hands themto Steiner’s (on his wrista Patek Phillippe) party of eight. The M&A sharkwith the stuffed bellyquestions me,his ex-secretary’s boyfriend on subjectshe knows well,severally:Marriage.Children.Time.Get rid of him, histhree-martinipronouncementto her. He’s…
Avery Gregurich: Two Poems for Flavor Town USA

The Recipe Said When Picking Rhubarb, Red or Green Would Doafter Ted Kooser head to walt’s house north of the casino, checking your rearviewoften for any hangerson eager for the whereabouts of the last goodrhubarb of the season. greet walt with bottom shelf rum in exchange for the rhubarb. accept when he pours some in…