Stevie Edwards is the author of two poetry collections, Good Grief (Write Bloody) and Humanly (Small Doggies), as well as a recent chapbook Sadness Workshop (Button Poetry). She holds a…
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Tommy “Teebs” Pico is author of the books IRL, Nature Poem, Junk, Feed, and myriad keen tweets including “sittin on the cock of gay.” Originally from the Viejas Indian reservation…
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This is cooking for abandoned hopes. For the path that fails or, rather, fails you. I am not sure what generational identity or identifying can do for us at this…
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I think I was turning 14, when I decided that I would never learn how to cook. Not deliberately at least. As a young girl stubborn in her intentions to…
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I was a child of the 1990’s, but you wouldn’t know it by the way my family ate. While most of my friends were having canned ravioli and tie-dye yogurts,…
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“Where’re you going?” Mom called sharply from the kitchen. “Aren’t you going to help me?” I stopped, one foot on the stairs. My eyes were bleary, my temper suddenly short.…
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By the time we got to the dusty park in Durham, California, with its canopy of towering valley oaks, the men—my dad, my granddad, dozens of others—had always been there…
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I grew up in Iowa, in the seventies, but not until I left Iowa, and the 2000s, did I understand why people ate pork chops: my mother was an uninterested…
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When you’re sad or you had a bad day, try this: make bird’s milk. When it’s ready, it looks like immaculate clouds floating on a sky made out of sweet…
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I was born in Provo, Utah. This is not an easy thing for me to admit. It is a shame that dogs me always despite the fact that I’ve lived…
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Are you near your cookbooks right now? Sorry, I forgot we’re on the internet—a better question might be: do you even own cookbooks? If you do, chances are good that…
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The morning of my college graduation my mom called me over, and without explanation she swung, with the force of an amusement park pendulum, a suitcase onto the bed crumpling…
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A millennial’s reflections on his first year in the kitchen, plus a culinary call-to-arms A year ago I got a job and moved out of my childhood home. This understandably…
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