My pick? Poetry Festival: A Celebration of Literary Journals

Great event. You get to hear more than 20 poets (if you’re so inclined), or just spent time browsing through at least twelve literary magazines. All editors are on site, so it’s great for networking and making friends. If you have any inclination to submit work to local literary journals, I suggest checking out this event and getting a feel for the different flavors of different magazines.

Polpettes, or meatballs, are one of the easiest dishes to make, enjoy and modify. You can put just about anything, and I do mean everything, into them. Turkey & Sausage Meatballs with carrots or Baked Pierogi Meatball Bruschetta are two of Sayani’s creations that are will make your mouth water just reading along with the simple directions and heavenly photographs.

As a “carbaholic” and one who loves Morningstar Farms, minus the products with sesame oil, I find that making a quick sandwich stuffed with protein, veggies, and sauce is a tasty way to reenergize myself. Though, I must admit, that most vegetarian and vegan products that are “mock-meat” are loaded with salt. Consuming one or two servings set me back to nearly 50% of my daily value of sodium. Unfortunately, one of many reasons for so much salt is because that is what Americans love in their food.
Recently, I have …

Reading manuscripts at four A.M.
In the diner—the place with
One less ‘N’ than the meal I
Ate twice tonight—

Psychosmology
Black holes must have difficult childhoods
                       consuming everything that gets too close
They probably have to go to special schools
                              and definitely can’t play Little League
Imagine a black hole trying to lick the tip of an ice-cream cone
                                      or hug the dog
The dog would fall forever into a lightless crushing void
                                                   the mute hum of space
                                                   wind through obliterating dust

Victor Pro Nox Noctis
We never could catch the hang of carpe diem
never seize daylight but set out to capture night,
swoop down at sunset like owls from naked oaks,
armed with a deck of cards and fierce desires.
We bet on kings and queens, watched knights race
on horseback, round and round, empty cans piled before us
like poker chips, boasting our wins with sagging eyelids
and slurred words, the fear of daybreak.
Each by each the victors stumbled away in search of rest
as the slow grayness of morning hoisted across the sky.
A wall of empties stood …