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...Robert Wrigley Robert Wrigley Tomato Just beyond the fence, a doe peers at a ripe tomato. October. She’s not hungry. Perhaps she knows she will be. All the leaves and grasses dried to a sere, crackling parchment, it must look as succulent to her...

... to life If we are to melt let us Melt together The days of our solitude, you sewing in a corner Me fishing pallid tomatoes from a can, rot into rich loam The bone seeds wait within us The first trickle of water Winds its way down The mountain The red tips of leaves have pressed their way from the limbs...

...Owen McLeod © 2016 Owen McLeod 2016 Owen McLeod In My Wife’s Vegetable Garden   I was startled to find —​among the beans and cucumbers, the tomatoes and squash, the peppers, eggplants, cabbage, and kale —​ my head. Or what seemed to be my head...

...Emily Pegg [email protected] Copyright © 2024 Emily Pegg 2024 The moment before you know: the smell of tomato stalks in the garden, the network of pulsing earthworms. Summer hangs over the neighborhood like a piñata about to burst. It is Tuesday and the children are on the coast...

... with handfuls of cherry tomatoes, a basket of raspberries. I tell her this fruit doesn t last forever. She smiles and falls asleep in the field. Under a harvest moon, my body becomes a stoplight, a fire extinguisher, a cave of rubies where someone writes, name your trauma in lipstick across the walls. When my...

... by his machine-pounding heart. I could move Dad from Wednesday to Fri- day, add wheels. Some days he’d offer to make me a sandwich, his talons poked holes in the bread but it became a better, latticed bread and the tomatoes shined through like Swiss glass. Dad had skills, could work any saber...

... in a circle of stones beneath a shrinking sky. In front of the aming tomatoes, peppers with spots on their skins, long rows of basil, the man put his hand on my waist. I d never been touched. Even now love seems like a stranger s watch I picked up on the roadside, still ticking. My friend waited six months...

...Claire Christoff © 2020 Claire Christoff 2020 Claire Christoff Midnight Rambler after Allen Ginsberg Mick Jagger is shopping for vegetables and he is the hottest girl I ve ever seen a rainbow of loose pills in his pockets, a smirk on those obscene lips. Totally evil. He examines a tomato...

... of silicone. I saw sunscreened children and parents and Subway sandwiches with layered mayonnaise tomatoes. Back then I'd covered my arm with Sharpie. Later it was brother shooting brother and dead dog on the porch next to a woman who greeted everyone. To blame was the pandemic, inflation, mental illness...

...; she is the caretaker of greenhouse tomatoes, the sage and rosemary that soak up the meager Midwestern sun while he toils in red hot, white hot. She has built her life around the cold— the grey blue house, the white trim, the dark wood— her life has been winter...

... squalled when I leaned kindling sticks against a stump & snapped them with my boot. At dinner we fried the shiners in peanut grease. Boiled greens with tomatoes & bones. Not even mother waited...

... uses her right to stab at the blank space between with a table knife that probably last sliced a tomato, mealy and seeded green. She laughs with each miss, each time the silver point marks the Formica instead of her own pulp. I remind myself that I am here to help. I unfold the list...

... the hearts, all ruby and bioluminescent in the pitch cold dark, it's too late for dreams of tomatoes and aster, what happens with the knife stays on the knife, one by one we pull apart with our teeth the unstable atrium, the deceptive aorta, the right to have a ventricle, here comes the knife, the daughters...

...-size-fits-all Do you like my navy duffle coat . . . . . . Ecclesiastes said there s nothing new under the sun but there is always new joy to be felt // new delight to be found though it s hard to get excited about tomatoes I memorized the riddles but not the answers // the tunes but not the words You...

... syntax as including much of what has hitherto been regarded as semantics (KL 45). This view is intuitively plausible if we consider a structurally ambiguous sentence like Someone ate every tomato (which could mean either that some one person, Egbert, say...

... piglets under the heat lamp in the kitchen, yellow chicks in incubators; she is the caretaker of greenhouse tomatoes, the sage and rosemary that soak up the meager Midwestern sun while he toils in red hot, white hot. She has built her life around the cold...

...Gloria Frym © 2013 Gloria Frym 2013 Gloria Frym Mother May I No, you may not go into the water, mother says as we sit on the lawn outside the public pool, all of us, a rare Sunday during a May heat wave, eating bologna sandwiches, mother her cottage cheese and tomatoes with wheat...

... to the tune of Row Your Boat. Bumpy tomatoes are rotten. Smooth tomatoes are good. The big one is the father. It has lots of seeds. Top to bottom, she touches each button on her coat, then repeats this action three times. When she s done, she sighs and places her hands inside the pockets. October 29, free...

... in another world: plum flowers and Chinese lilies. It would be a secret —​flowers long dead from the snow pulled forth from some magic elsewhere, a hole in the ground marked by a piece of wood used to measure the height of the tomato vines, vines long since shriveled and iced over. In the hole we...

..., and canned tomatoes. He feels stupid for having bought the stinky fish. A waste. What will Mamou say? No one is outside the old people s home on the way back. Mamou assures Kaju they can save the fish, she is good this way, always fixing other people s problems. She packs the cod in a crock with salt. Later...