Marie Pavlicek-Wehrli
Again You Call to Me

Marie Pavlicek-Wehrli - Again You Call to Me

Poet and visual artist Marie Pavlicek-Wehrli has been a Fellow at both the Virginia Center for the Arts and the Ragdale Foundation. Her poems have appeared in various journals and anthologies,… Read more »
Joshua Jones Lofflin
Seventeen

Joshua Jones Lofflin - Seventeen

Joshua Jones Lofflin’s writing has appeared in The Best Microfiction, The Best Small Fictions, The Cincinnati Review, CRAFT, Fractured Lit, Moon City Review, SmokeLong Quarterly, and elsewhere. He… Read more »
Tara A. Elliott
Snowball

Tara A. Elliott - Snowball

A poet and educator, Tara A. Elliott's poems have or will soon appear in Cimarron Review, Wildness, Passengers Journal, and Ninth Letter, among others. She serves as Executive Director of the Eastern… Read more »
Ned Balbo
Ultraviolet Chimera

Ned Balbo - Ultraviolet Chimera

Ned Balbo’s books include The Cylburn Touch-Me-Nots (New Criterion Poetry Prize) and 3 Nights of the Perseids (Richard Wilbur Award), both published in 2019. The Trials of Edgar Poe and Other Poems… Read more »
Matt Hohner
Vacancy Inspection, East Deep Run Road

Matt Hohner - Vacancy Inspection, East Deep Run Road

Matt Hohner (MFA Naropa University) has been nominated for a Pushcart and Best of the Net award and has won multiple international poetry competitions. He has held two residencies at the Virginia… Read more »
Jane Satterfield
Xenia, or Pizza in Pompeii

Jane Satterfield - Xenia, or Pizza in Pompeii

Jane Satterfield has published five poetry books, including The Badass Brontës, a winner of the Diode Editions Poetry Prize, Apocalypse Mix (Autumn House Poetry Prize), Her Familiars, and Assignation… Read more »

Xenia, or Pizza in Pompeii

Jane Satterfield

Discovered wall painting in the ruins of Pompeii appears to depict pizza - NPR, June 28, 2023 Now here was a feast—a golden crust of einkorn & emmer pesto—smeared with herbs of antique appeal: almonds, honey, parsley, mint. This is the baker’s long-wrecked house in what was, in pre-volcanic times, the town’s commercial center, where hospitality ran high & xenia called for frescoed walls embellished with Apollonian antics. A silver platter served up adoreum— a flatbread nothing like your favorite but a crisp, wood-fired disk that wore a garnish of pomegranate & a bay laurel leaf heady & mythic. Very slowly then all at once would be no one’s order. Who cares if the wine goblet’s corrosive when the vintage is robust? Days become weeks, earth tremors so common they’re ignored. Prophets & portent might be numerous—but so, too, are mouths to feed. Before the fresco fell into fragments, the baker’s dutiful assistant set out the meal tray with a flourish. Writing in a villa across the bay, an eyewitness watched the smoke plume rise, branch over the sky like an umbrella pine before the horizon vanished in a wake of fleecy clouds.
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