I’ve got a full report from the sandwich committee. overheard in a hotel lobby Of course, I think baloney. Of course, I think ham and cheese, peanut butter and jelly – those familiar duos we grew up on. The ménage a trios of BLTs. But I know I must be missing the context, some definition […]
Poetry
Toby Barlow: A Diary of Food
the song of slicing chickens’ throats just north of Santa Fe hanging them upside down from bare trees their dark blood dripping down onto the dry soil of the sangre de christo mountains. and mornings spent humming in a winter barn pushing around belligerent cows with stupid eyes stepping, almost slipping, on black iced shit […]