Monday, November 9, 2026

While Making Bread by SR Inciardi

Patricio Nahuelhual

While Making Bread

Random thoughts occur at the oddest times, mostly 

when I’m absorbed in the minutia of the different bowls 

and what must be sorted into each of them, 

when the chilled air from the open door 

of the freezer escapes and comingles

with the warmer kitchen air. The chill and the warmth 

coming together like light and darkness     leaving neither 

the way it was. The way edible ingredients 

are turned into fare     even as the precise sequences 

may be forgotten. Beyond sustenance, 

I look for the distraction in an invented cuisine 

whipped by the needs of culinary science 

based on imagination. I can taste the expected, baked aroma 

among the flour     and the passion for counting. 


But again and again I’ve thought: what is the purpose 

of bread if what I scribble on a menu alone

will certainly satisfy a starved palette, when my emptiness     

cannot be made whole with bread or a delectable new menu? 

Isn’t it about my choices beyond the roadways of the tongue,     


when endless craving can be stirred, swirled together 

and shared? 


What is food’s purpose if not communion of separate minds 

surviving across a table’s candlelight, the clink of glasses— 

even when it’s not a celebration that speaks to its purpose.


So when I cook a meal, fresh bread will stand beside it, 

it will dip its porous self into the muted laughter 

and the rubbed recollections     evaporating into the air 

like known secrets     the art and the science 

uncorked and poured     the spoken and the unspoken 

whipped and kneaded into familiar textures

during our savored times when we come together, 

sharing what may cross our lips in either direction

to then rise and leave like wind     rain     or sunlight     

into our separate lives. 

© SR Inciardi

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SR Inciardi

SR (Salvatore Richard) Inciardi was born in New York City and attended Brooklyn College and New York University. He was employed in the health care industry in New York and New Jersey for over thirty-five years. He currently has three books of poetry listed on Amazon. These collections are entitled Coloring Outside the Edges, The Aroma of Thawing, Poems on Grief and Recovery, and The Aroma of Lilac, Poems on Hope and Healing After Loss (Second Edition). SR Inciardi's poetry has appeared in the USA, India, Australia, and in Europe in various online and print magazines. 

Sunday, November 8, 2026

THE INTERVIEW by Snigdha Agrawal

vickie photography

THE INTERVIEW

Bansilal was kind of glowing, his chest puffed up with full-on pride: "I always thought you could do it! Remember when I told you you’d get into the IAS cadre? Your mother and I, we could not have asked for anything more. We’ve been farmers for generations, just living off the land. Now you’ve broken that mould, and honestly, it feels like wow."

The whole village gathered, people coming in ones, twos, even loud aunties dragging their chairs, to celebrate Ghanashyam, their Bittu, for his recent win in the UPSC Civil Services Examination. Everybody was buzzing, and the TV crews kept rolling in to catch his inspiring story.

Wearing the traditional dhoti kurta, Ghanashyam stepped outside to meet the media, calm confidence in every smile. The crew noticed his simple background and reassured him, "No tension! We’ll only ask a few things. So, please be straightforward. It’s not only about you; it’s a message for the youth of rural India. Hard work really works, and the next generation doesn’t have to keep repeating their parents’ path. We might take multiple takes, so just stay steady, okay?"

He sat down on the charpai and nodded, ready for the questions, while the cameras locked onto him like a spotlight.

Interviewer:  

"What really pushed you to step away from the family business?"  

Ghanashyam:  

"When I was a kid, I saw how hard my parents worked in the fields. They never quit, even when droughts, floods, or locusts ruined our crops. Their dedication to my education was solid, with no cracks. My father would ride his bicycle to drop me off at the bus stop, and when he fell ill, my mother took over. They pictured a different life for me, a real break from farming.  It is to them that I owe my success."

Interviewer:  

"Why go for a government career? Even with your sharpness and how well you did in school, wouldn’t you have landed something very profitable at a multinational company, with big salaries, perks and all that travel?"

Ghanashyam:  

"I’m a proud farmer’s son. My reason to join the government is my love for my country and the urgent need to reform agricultural laws. I belong here, and I want to bring change for the marginalized. This village is missing a school, a proper irrigation system, a hospital, and even electricity. I want to change all of that."

Interviewer:  

"Where do you see yourself in twenty years?"

Ghanashyam:  

"In twenty years, I want to keep working hard to implement agricultural reforms and open up educational chances for the village children. The nation cannot truly move ahead if the rural people are left behind. We should make sure they get the same opportunities, and the tools of technology too."

Right when the interview started hitting that strong, uplifting crescendo, the interviewer suddenly shouted, "Stop!" The cameras went silent, and the crowd burst into loud cheers that bounced around the trees. No retakes. Not even a pause.

The village’s next step was in the hands of Bittu, a man set on turning wishes into real outcomes.  

And as Bansilal looked at his son, he understood this wasn’t only a personal win. It felt like the dawn of hope for an entire bunch of young people. “Because when one person climbs, the whole community climbs along with them.”

Notes:

Charpai – rope cot dhoti, kurta – traditional Indian dress for men.

© Snigdha Agrawal

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Snigdha Agrawal


Snigdha Agrawal (née Banerjee) holds an MBA in Marketing and has over two decades of corporate experience. She enjoys writing in all genres, including poetry, prose, short stories, and travel diaries.  Educated in Loreto Institutions, run by the Irish Nuns, and brought up in a cosmopolitan environment, she has learned the best of the East and West. She is a published author of four books.  Her works have appeared in several anthologies and e-journals, published in India and overseas. She has recently been nominated for the 2024 Pushcart Prize in poetry.

Saturday, November 7, 2026

FEED THE HOLY: A LITERARY JOURNAL UPDATE

 


FEED THE HOLY: UPDATE

In November 2024, I founded FEED THE HOLY: A Literary Journal on Blogspot.

I want to provide a place for poets and writers to explore their sacred human journey during fraught times. 

Because of the name FEED THE HOLY, some contributors assume the journal is affiliated with a religion, but "Holy" has many interpretations. Contributors share their love of nature and other things that bring them joy. They write of how they nurture community and spread love and kindness. They also explore tough topics, such as recovering from illness and loss, and they share their grief and sorrow. All of their posts offer healing. 

Our contributors are found worldwide and have many cultural and religious affiliations. What do we share on our human journey? How can we unify? 

I am elated. As of this date, FEED THE HOLY has over 300 contributors, 720 posts, and almost 500,000 views. But numbers matter less than what is in the hearts of contributors and readers who comment and share posts.

As you read this post, note the journal's format. Contributors' posts appear in the central column. Unfortunately, the template does not offer a LIKE button 😩. But you can comment on posts and share them.

The right sidebar features popular posts, including the Submission Guidelines and the Submission Call. It's essential to read both before submitting. 

You can learn about FEED THE HOLY's awesome family of contributors. [On the left sidebar, you can view the labels (or the journal's themes), along with contributors' names.]

Also, check out the popular posts listed in the right sidebar. You can also see the journal's total views, thanks to its outstanding submissions! In the right sidebar, you'll also find links to my books and other goodies. 

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KEEP GOIN’ by Mark Brine

mark soetebier


KEEP GOIN’


When the Sun shines through the naked trees

On a cold ‘n wintery day 

‘n your nose is running from the nip of the wind

Despite the bright of rays 


Still, you walk along, unfettered …

With your purpose set in mind

Of gazing on God’s glorious artwork 

In the stillness that you find


It’s no different than the toils of life

When everything’s goin’ wrong

Yes, keep right on ‘a movin’…

Until the negative is gone 


For regret is worse than failure 

Hey, at least, you gave a try

‘n every Season.. has its worth 

‘n with the Springtime, you’ll know why!

© Mark Brine

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Mark Brine


Mark Brine is a Folk-Americana Singer-Songwriter. He's published numerous novels and children's books. He's also a published poet who currently resides in the countryside of Baldwin, Maryland. All of this info (and more) can be found @ www.markbrine.com.

Friday, November 6, 2026

Poetry by Allison Whittenberg

อนาคิน สกายวอล์คเกอร์

warm


this complex patient,

as slimy as the human heart,

a feisty one-pound baby

arrives eighteen weeks too soon


a strong 500 grams, still warm

from his mother’s blood


he wants to live


that’s half the battle

unseasoned

spring is short.

summer is skipped,

then, I fall


winter is cold,

but clarifying

© Allison Whittenberg

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Allison Whittenberg

Allison Whittenberg is an award-winning novelist and playwright. Her poetry has appeared in Columbia Review, Obsidian, Meridians, Feminist Studies, J Journal, New Orleans Review, and others. Whittenberg is a ten-time Pushcart Prize nominee.  They Were Horrible Cooks is her poetry collection. Killing the Father of Our Country is her latest novel. Her plays have been performed at Interact Theatre, Downtown Urban Arts Fest, Hedgerow Theatre, and many others. Her newest plays, SLINKY and ADJUNCT, will run in full in 2027. 

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Thursday, November 5, 2026

Squabbles by Bilal Al Masri

James Frid

Squabbles 

The tree’s more lovely when it’s naked, 

seeing through it is more joyful. 

Through it, I can watch the sky 

wilting on bare boughs. 

Like a little child 

I can lift the sky up, near or far. 

You grown-ups, older people, 

you don't know 

how we shake each other 

like a squabble 

.between nothingness and being


© Bilal Al Masri


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Bilal Al Masri


Bilal Al Masri is active in the Lebanese literary community and known throughout the Arab world. He has published four poetry collections. He has written three novels and two plays, as well as children’s stories, which were translated into English in Canada. Selected poems have appeared in six anthologies, including English and Polish, and some have been translated into French. He has received four different awards, including the “Zheng Nian Cup” national prize in China in 2023. His most recent poetry collection is Crushing His Head with the Stone of Memory, part of Ishraqat – a series on Arab Poetic Voices curated by the iconic Syrian poet Adonis. Bilal and his wife, Sonia Essa (of Palestinian heritage), have two children.


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Wednesday, November 4, 2026

Stonehenge by Bob McAfee

Casey Britton

Stonehenge

I viewed the Stonehenge rocks just yesterday;

the sun was glistening through an interstice.

I felt the need to pause and, pausing, pray

to Celtic priests who built this edifice

from giant stones they found along the way

then dragged into the Shire with artifice

and leverage to form this strange array

of standing stones, the Druid’s calculus. 

What lore the rocks at Stonehenge have to yield:

how men once came to worship in the sun

these ten-ton altars standing over the field;

the clockwork gears, once started, ever run;

the secrets of the sun-washed earth revealed,

this magic solstice cycle has begun.

© Bob McAfee


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Bob McAfee

Bob McAfee lives with his wife near Boston. He has written nine poetry books, mostly on love, aging, and the natural world. Forty-nine publications have accepted 124 poems. He hosts a Wednesday night Zoom poetry workshop. His website, www.bobmcafee.com, contains links to all his published poems.

Tuesday, November 3, 2026

This Dawn by Diane Engelstad

Mesut Yalçın



This Dawn

My first encounter

When I step softly

Into the tawny hallway dawn

Out of the dark

Where my lover still drowses

Between the sheets

Is with Milo

The languid feline stretch of him

A long curve

Body language just for me –

Some kind of punctuation mark

Or a musical notation

A landscape

A path reaching for a tantalizing adventure.

He growl-purrs his morning greeting

Waves the tip of his tail

To me or some mysterious impulse

And flips his top half only

To form an unfurled S

Curling each paw in tandem 

Basking in the changing light.

I crouch all the way down

To the carpet

Kiss his furry head

Sniff the wildness there

Touch his wet nose with mine.

How could I not?

This

This

Holds all the beginnings 

Of a new 

Holy day  


(From Diane Engelstad's book In the Presence of Trees, All the Space Publishing, 2026)


© Diane Engelstad


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Diane Engelstad

Diane Engelstad lives in a small town in Ontario, Canada, and has been writing poetry for about ten years. A late bloomer, she is inspired by the world, mystery, moments of clarity, trees, and the loves of her life. She published two volumes of poetry in 2026 -- In the Presence of Trees: Poems for finding your footing; and Begin Again: Poems for praying without ceasing; available from All the Space Publishing, diane@engelstad.ca.

Monday, November 2, 2026

Hidden in the Folds of Time by Edilson A. Ferreira

Osman Özümüt

Hidden in the Folds of Time 

Suddenly, on any given day, walking up the sidewalks 

    became more difficult; it seemed they were higher;

the noise of children and teenagers became louder, 

it started to bother you;  

your children have passed the line of youth 

    and you see them as middle-aged people, 

    almost elderly; 

that book or movie everyone recommends to you, 

    and after fifteen minutes of reading or watching it, 

    you get bored because you have already guessed

    the ending it is proposing; 

you have become different, more reserved, quieter, 

    looking suspiciously at everyone around you, 

    even old friends; 

also, that young and beautiful woman, 

    you never fail to notice and you see 

    with eyes of rapture and admiration, 

    even desire, you note she withdraws 

    and does not reciprocate; 

then you ask yourself – do people think

I have stopped 

    loving what is beautiful in this world? 

despite everything, you maintain your vigor

and fullness, 

    which they seem to ignore, so you have to learn

    to live 

    with a new status that has been granted to you, 

allowing them not to know or suspect that you had

a youth 

    much happier, one like they will never have,

    because time   

    and wind took it away, and it is hidden,

    forever and ever.

(Previously published in The Wise Owl, May 2025)

© Edilson A. Ferreira

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Edilson A. Ferreira


Edilson A. Ferreira, 82, is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese. He has published two poetry books, Lonely Sailor and Joie de Vivre, and 400 works in various international literary journals. Has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He began writing at the age of 67 after retiring from a bank.


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Patricio Nahuelhual While Making Bread Random thoughts occur at the oddest times, mostly  when I’m absorbed in the minutia of the different ...