Category: Food Poetry

Food Poetry: “Segments of an Orange” by Jen Karetnick

Segments of an Orange How can I rest? How can I be content when there is still that odor in the world? — Louise Gluck   Hours before she died, my grandmother sucked dry three segments of a navel orange and, claiming her appetite had a short range, hooked out the pulp with her finger,… Continue reading Food Poetry: “Segments of an Orange” by Jen Karetnick

Coffee Poetry: Confessions of a Coffee Snob #3 by Jonathan Pacic

Breakfast is on the brain. Last week’s food poetry morsel included a plate of scrambled eggs that would have been perfect for Sun-Tzu, served up by poet Roy Mash. For many, the beginning of a day would be less welcome without a cup of coffee in hand. Even though I veer toward tea nine times… Continue reading Coffee Poetry: Confessions of a Coffee Snob #3 by Jonathan Pacic

Egg Poetry: A Plate of Scrambled Eggs by Roy Mash

In a crowded East Bay kitchen, I met Roy Mash as we sipped sparkling water before the start of a poetry reading. We began talking about the intersections between food and poetry and he mentioned he had written a bit of food poetry, especially one about eggs. Intrigued, I proceeded to devour the food poem shortly after… Continue reading Egg Poetry: A Plate of Scrambled Eggs by Roy Mash

Food Poetry: Cream of Tartar by Julia Wendell

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about relationships between mothers and daughters. They can be so fraught of misunderstanding. My mother used to denounce my teenage years as the years I didn’t talk to her. How could I explain the gulf of emotion and crisis upon which I was cresting outside of writing and reading… Continue reading Food Poetry: Cream of Tartar by Julia Wendell

To the Next Superfood – food poetry

To the Next Superfood To whom it may concern and who has ears to learn, what passes the test one day will fall out of favor. Even now, I try and savor my name in newsprint, the widespread popularity, my far-reaching availability, and the rich talking points that come with this gig each day: high… Continue reading To the Next Superfood – food poetry

Food Poetry Fete: Plan a Burns Night

Poetry has its way of coursing its way into conversations unexpectedly. I’ve given up alcohol for the month of January, except, of course, I’m making an exception for Burns night. Burns night. It glimmered as a side comment in the long litany of instruction on how to properly roll out and blind bake tart dough. Much like… Continue reading Food Poetry Fete: Plan a Burns Night

Stinging Nettle Soup: Greens in Winter Food Poem

Greens in Winter Stiff edged leaves want to stick fingers, prick them if unaware of their nature.   Winter has left us bereft, for years we knew what to expect. But now,   farmers throw their hands out to the fields, then up to the skies. When precipitation   makes some states quake, ours is… Continue reading Stinging Nettle Soup: Greens in Winter Food Poem

Tattooed by Love: Food Poetry on Exhibit

Nails in hand, hammer in the other we assess the long wall along the Abbey Coffeehouse, already pocked with the absence of previous nails. Along the muted grey hallway, we measured and marked, then hammered and nailed up the Cranberry Lassi Food Poem. The day started long and lazy, dead center of Independence Day weekend. We… Continue reading Tattooed by Love: Food Poetry on Exhibit