September On Jessore Road – Food Poem by Allen Ginsberg

This is not a celebration of food poem but rather about scarcity. Allen Ginsberg was writing about famine and war in Bangladesh, then East Pakistan, 1971. Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road–long bamboo huts Noplace to shit but sand channel ruts Millions of fathers in rain… Read More September On Jessore Road – Food Poem by Allen Ginsberg

Italian Food – Food Poem by Shel Silverstein

I’m inspired to compose a dinner menu that rhymes! Any suggestions? Oh, how I love Italian food. I eat it all the time, Not just ’cause how good it tastes But ’cause how good it rhymes. Minestrone, cannelloni, Macaroni, rigatoni, Spaghettini, scallopini, Escarole, braciole, Insalata, cremolata, manicotti, Marinara, carbonara, Shrimp francese, Bolognese, Ravioli, mostaccioli, Mozzarella,… Read More Italian Food – Food Poem by Shel Silverstein

Food Poem- In a Kitchen Where Mushrooms Were Washed (Jane Hirshfield)

In a kitchen where mushrooms were washed, the mushroom scent lingers. As the sea must keep for a long time the scent of the whale. As a person who’s once loved completely, a country once conquered, does not release that stunned knowledge. They must want to be found, those strange-shaped, rising morels, clownish puffballs. Lichens… Read More Food Poem- In a Kitchen Where Mushrooms Were Washed (Jane Hirshfield)