A Love for all Seasonings by Tess Tabak It was doomed from the start. To him, the blander the better as far as food was concerned. He thought “seasoning” meant a summer abroad. Worst of all, he hated garlic. I thought I could change him. Garlic was part...
A Seat on the Streetcar by Linda Boyko It is the evening rush hour in Toronto. There has been no streetcar on this route for the past 10 minutes. As you peer down the road, wishing that the vehicle would come, you catch a glimpse of red...
Haiku - Two Sets by Dan Tanner Autumn senses Musky knife-crushed cloves leak their juices on a board Garlic fingertips Sunlight through a crack dries-out curling green scapes nailed to wooden walls Teardrops paint her cheeks Smashing garlic and onion makes her lungs breathe clear Cabbage in clay pots curdles under soft black earth Kimchi in the womb Dawn....