Gary R. Hess summons his inner Walt Whitman–if Whitman was funny–and displays to the world his love of food in a magnificent manner. Discover the taste of delicious culinary greatness like never before through these beautiful and humorous poems.
Depictions of dishes from burritos to strombolis will whet your appetite and make you hungry for more great poetry.
Yes Karl Marx was to the extreme
but that doesn’t mean we must be,
and I hope we can all agree
that something needs to be
between you and me
to keep us free
to let us be
to gather information
and let us decide
who is best for us
and the whole country. Continue Reading →
They want to divide us.
They want us to see color,
to see religion, to see ethnicity, and see gender,
to anger us and separate us
so we don’t see the truth
of what really divides us:
money. Continue Reading →
I knew a man who grew up poor
in a small town in rural America.
His parents worked hard and provided
but they still struggled.
This man was molested when he was little
and harassed while at school.
He walked through life with his head down,
his shoulders curled,
and a frown upon his lips. Continue Reading →
“I died for Beauty, but was scarce” is a poem in which the speaker is dead. The speaker says she died for her beauty, but that beauty is not common. The speaker then says a man who died for truth is then laid to rest in a room across the way. The man asks the woman why she failed, she replies “for beauty”. The man says they are family. The two then talk until “moss reached [their] lips, / And covered up [their] names.” Continue Reading →
“Ode to Large Tuna in the Market” is about the author walking through the market and seeing a variety of different vegetables but only one fish, and the fish is what catches his eye and admiration the most. He goes on to brag about the greatness of this fish, the tuna. Continue Reading →