iron cast / by Gregory Ellison

reddened wire twisted coil

just above grease stained tin foil

baptized by fried chicken splatter

and last night's catfish batter

cornered rust on fading stove

a corner piece of quaint abode

dark shade of red metallic brown

glazed meatloaf,


cherried pineapple down,

What a friend in Jesus hummed

bubbled grits percussive drummed

upward outward aroma fall

olfactoric wake-up call

pancakes buttered in a stack

cheese eggs sizzle on cast-ironed


is beautiful

charred toast good for ya teeth

finish dem collards and dem beets

cornbread, ChaCha bring da heat

taters, turkey, gravy; meal complete (then…)

turkey tetrazzini on toasted bread

turkey vegetable soup on Auntie’s sickbed

turkey sandwich for dinner; openfaced

starving kids in Africa,

swallow that turkey!

we don’t waste


round wooden table steps from the stove

formal dining right off the alcove

food for thought imbibed in either space

fearless dialogue iced with grace

when our talks were on a roll

(peach) preserved nationalistic goals





love, money, sex a feast of therapeutic lot

timer dings

grandma brings

pound cake piping hot


thank God for that professor

from the royal city of fountains

crowned little me with dreams

while standing before mountains

anterior to sheepskin

at Emory and Princeton, too

I matriculated at her table on College Avenue


For Franceina,


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