Poem for Flavor Town USA: “Testimony (Toward JELL-O® Cake) by Avery Gregurich

I am reminded of birth by JELL-O®. My mom kept the couponed color, no matter near or far, each cake … More

“Driving Through Geneva” a poem for Flavor Town USA by Avery Gregurich

for Wallace Ferguson Driving through Geneva is not a peaceful practice, holds nopractical mayhem beyond a Cracker Barrel, all lit … More

today i madeboxed mac and cheese on the stovenot the oven but it was still edibleand the best that i … More

1. I WAS IN MY TWENTIES and living in the sort of apartment one lives in in one’s twenties, ramshackle … More

they was sittin round the fireplace sippin tea & eatin fruitcake on crushed velvet divans with bronze claw feet on … More

on the island of if,the shrimpboat captain dreams of geckosclimbing up cave walls,catching them & setting them free. when he wakes … More

we was sittin along the bywater drinkin white wine spritzers,when a dead whale washed up on the shore all … More

follow the bagpipes into the animal garden,where the poet sharpens his pencils& scratches flea dog with a fire poker,where … More

down on the banks of the Ocmulgee River,we ride that coal train to the steps of the cemetery,where the … More

when i carried my fiddle down to the river of silver,i paddled upstream through currents of molassestill i heard the … More

WHEN YOU LIVE IN A forest, there isn’t much to do but lie on your side and eat the … More

Untitled(With Final Line from Roethke) An elegant and corpulent diner in Costco sweatsis dancing at this buffet—the way chopsticks … More

for M.T. Let’s debate ovals, acoustics, the moral virtues ofcurveballs. We’ll do it loud, live, staggering atopthe trusses of … More

Diner comment cards from The Wild Boar: “The soup’s the only thing I ever order because it’s the … More

Tabasco I repeatI was not named afterthat vinegary tincture you sluice upon your cackleberries You and I have not … More