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Barbecue:
The beer and barbecue footnote - Janice Lobo Sapigao "Uncles"
Passively darkens for a night's barbecue - Jean Toomer "Georgia Dusk" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Blanche:
Blanched from taint and touch of sin - Delta "A Wild-Flower Garland: The White Rose" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine no.CCCXX, v.LXVIII, Oct. 1850]
The blanched eye of our grief - Aracelis Girmay "Ceremony for Remembering the Doorless World"
Holy horror blanch each brow - Frances E.W. Harper "The Martyr of Alabama"
A blanched moon full of fear - Iris Tree "Bahama Islands I"
Boil.
Brew.
Brine.
Cater:
How we cater to loneliness - Amy King "The Moon in Your Breath"
Churn.
Concoct:
To feed me the correct concoction of controlled toxins - Chet'la Sebree "An End"
Cook.
Curdle:
And bear away as many curdled cheeses as you can - Euripedes "The Cyclops" transl. by Michael Wodhull
Black, curdling fog climbing into their nostrils - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"
Sap that curdles milk - D.H. Lawrence "Figs"
To curdle dawns uneaten skin - Betsy Sharp "Alarm"
Crossed and curdled wells and streams - Algernon Swinburne "A Ninth Birthday. February 4, 1883"
Decant:
Decanting these omens - Jordan Zandi "The Circus in Winter"
Distill.
Ferment.
Fry.
Kitchen.
Knead:
Filthy hands kneading dough under the cosmos - Ryan Naamdhew "Curry-Leaf Dragon"
Of bread kneaded on the moon - Pablo Neruda "Cordilleras" transl. by Maria Jacketti
Kneaded out of the formless clay - Alfred Noyes "Darwin III: The Testimony of the Rocks"
Leaven.
Mince:
Fed them platters of minced scandal - Maxwell Bodenheim "Captain Simmons' Wife"
Mull:
Songs like old mulled wine - John Masefield "The Golden City of St. Mary"
Pare:
The blade that pares and cleaves me - Jade Cho "Three Months Since"
Pared until only the edge remained - Nora Hikari "Imago Dei"
Peel.
Percolate:
Of percolation and policy - Erin Belieu "Field"
Dawn oversees percolating coffee - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
Pickle.
Roast:
Rage roasting me tender - Leena Aboutaleb "Hijacked Interiors"
And make a feast on roasted calves - Euripedes "The Cyclops" transl. by Michael Wodhull
To kiss the limits of the roasted zone - T.W.P. "Letter Second: To Thomas Carlyle, Esquire, London" [The Knickerbocker v.22, no.1, July 1843]
Roasted & packed like a warm thought - Kiki Petrosino "Post-Apocalyptical"
Seasoning:
Seasoned with need - jayy dodd "I Have a New Obsession with Bones"
Hear eclipses' seasoning - Elaine Equi "After and in Keeping with H.D."
Seasoned with sorrows and blasted hopes - Lewis McKenzie Turner "Quartz from the Uplands"
Simmer:
Inside your simmering year - Joyelle McSweeney "Simon the Good"
Tomatoes simmered on the summer vines - Stephen Yenser "Vertumnal [excerpt]"
Sizzle.
Stew.
Stir.
Stir-Fry:
Steeped in sodium and stir-fry - Wo Chan "[What makes you possible?]"
Toast.
Whisk:
The sun whisking your deepest marrow - Erika L. Sanchez "Portrait of a Wetback"
The same stars whisking themselves further off - Dean Young "Dear Bob," [Poetry Nov. 2011]
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Barbecue:
The beer and barbecue footnote - Janice Lobo Sapigao "Uncles"
Passively darkens for a night's barbecue - Jean Toomer "Georgia Dusk" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Blanche:
Blanched from taint and touch of sin - Delta "A Wild-Flower Garland: The White Rose" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine no.CCCXX, v.LXVIII, Oct. 1850]
The blanched eye of our grief - Aracelis Girmay "Ceremony for Remembering the Doorless World"
Holy horror blanch each brow - Frances E.W. Harper "The Martyr of Alabama"
A blanched moon full of fear - Iris Tree "Bahama Islands I"
Boil.
Brew.
Brine.
Cater:
How we cater to loneliness - Amy King "The Moon in Your Breath"
Churn.
Concoct:
To feed me the correct concoction of controlled toxins - Chet'la Sebree "An End"
Cook.
Curdle:
And bear away as many curdled cheeses as you can - Euripedes "The Cyclops" transl. by Michael Wodhull
Black, curdling fog climbing into their nostrils - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"
Sap that curdles milk - D.H. Lawrence "Figs"
To curdle dawns uneaten skin - Betsy Sharp "Alarm"
Crossed and curdled wells and streams - Algernon Swinburne "A Ninth Birthday. February 4, 1883"
Decant:
Decanting these omens - Jordan Zandi "The Circus in Winter"
Distill.
Ferment.
Fry.
Kitchen.
Knead:
Filthy hands kneading dough under the cosmos - Ryan Naamdhew "Curry-Leaf Dragon"
Of bread kneaded on the moon - Pablo Neruda "Cordilleras" transl. by Maria Jacketti
Kneaded out of the formless clay - Alfred Noyes "Darwin III: The Testimony of the Rocks"
Leaven.
Mince:
Fed them platters of minced scandal - Maxwell Bodenheim "Captain Simmons' Wife"
Mull:
Songs like old mulled wine - John Masefield "The Golden City of St. Mary"
Pare:
The blade that pares and cleaves me - Jade Cho "Three Months Since"
Pared until only the edge remained - Nora Hikari "Imago Dei"
Peel.
Percolate:
Of percolation and policy - Erin Belieu "Field"
Dawn oversees percolating coffee - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
Pickle.
Roast:
Rage roasting me tender - Leena Aboutaleb "Hijacked Interiors"
And make a feast on roasted calves - Euripedes "The Cyclops" transl. by Michael Wodhull
To kiss the limits of the roasted zone - T.W.P. "Letter Second: To Thomas Carlyle, Esquire, London" [The Knickerbocker v.22, no.1, July 1843]
Roasted & packed like a warm thought - Kiki Petrosino "Post-Apocalyptical"
Seasoning:
Seasoned with need - jayy dodd "I Have a New Obsession with Bones"
Hear eclipses' seasoning - Elaine Equi "After and in Keeping with H.D."
Seasoned with sorrows and blasted hopes - Lewis McKenzie Turner "Quartz from the Uplands"
Simmer:
Inside your simmering year - Joyelle McSweeney "Simon the Good"
Tomatoes simmered on the summer vines - Stephen Yenser "Vertumnal [excerpt]"
Sizzle.
Stew.
Stir.
Stir-Fry:
Steeped in sodium and stir-fry - Wo Chan "[What makes you possible?]"
Toast.
Whisk:
The sun whisking your deepest marrow - Erika L. Sanchez "Portrait of a Wetback"
The same stars whisking themselves further off - Dean Young "Dear Bob," [Poetry Nov. 2011]
Navigation Links:
Go to author indices.
Go to word indices.
Go to category indices.
