…surrounding the two 300 square foot buildings he would spend two decades—nearly the entirety of his life in America—inside; the body that waited for the delivery of food trays and…

…and the white wash storm-surge caterpillars along in the wind-driven terrestrial zag, mercury’s wooded and stochastic cladistics— bird-human, whale-bat— of an incomplete spectrum, vile, no food binoculars in the sea…

…B), getting rid of our “slave” names, the Nation of Islam, racism, militarism, the historical oppression of the Irish people, and the ridiculousness of Tarzan and white Angel food cake….

…of American occupation of the Philippines, food tourism, and Anthony Bourdain. The thousand pieces of a broken plate cannot come together with Elmer’s. Any Uncle Sam in an Aloha button-up…

…these thoughts, only to be woken when my father pulled a package out from underneath me. After work, my father and I would pick up pizza or Chinese food from…

…eat some food that I know is in the fridge. And now you have to reschedule that article. Yeah, and that’s just sad to me. I’m not malleable. But the…

…and food production projects and soil conservation projects and road building projects that could benefit from just such free and captive labor. The Japanese had established themselves as the most…

…crops were flooded and destroyed year after year, my eomma made several trips into China’s border towns to find work and food to feed us. Our government had disappeared and…

…clam down when the materials for shell building—food security, clean water, breathable air, health care, education, basic tolerance, those things each citizen needs to be protected—are quickly being eroded away,…

…and beauty. In her final work, The Next American Revolution, Grace Lee Boggs reflects in a passage on Marx’s materialism: “real poverty is not just the lack of food, shelter,…

…first floor and set up some tables and chairs. Voila! Instant food market. It was a hit. Around midnight, the army of call center employees along Ayala Avenue flocked to…

…the City,” when I mention making dumplings with my mother. Food imagery is something I’m very hesitant to include in poems because I think about the markers of culture and…

…pair of squat but handsome attorneys. His name was Yonah. He owned a health food store in the East Village, down the street from a tattoo parlor, across from City…

The Uncommon Feast by Eileen Chong Composed of poetry, essays, and recipes, Asian Australian writer Eileen Chong’s The Uncommon Feast considers the cultural, political, and personal roles that food plays…

…didn’t have to see a sign like that. They have to understand that food gets on their table because people work to make that happen. Gayle: So would you say…

…stillness of the air surrounding them. The half-filled pot of food hung from Rebecca’s hand as she loosened her grip on the handle. Her skin was the color of almonds,…

…that Satyam was expected not merely to survive without food, but to study and get his degree in this condition. The problem of how to support Satyam while he was…

…With our fill of fried foods, stifled by the growing crowd, we left the square for the roadside stall in front of Tugu Station. I jumped off your bike, seduced…

…in an abandoned boat house with her father, his friends and their dog, Marianne Moore. They scavenge for food and scraps, forming a makeshift, mostly happy family living on the…

…rashness, That this is where the grease deals Are siphoned into miners’ food. And where they are packing down Eons of intricacies and strength From the forest to molecular form…