Sir Walter Ralegh was…well, he was Sir Walter Ralegh. Unfortunately, like Kit Marlowe, he found trouble and...
Ben Sears
Ben Sears is a writer and restaurant guy in Birmingham, Alabama. He lives quite happily across from a creek with his wife, two sons, and an obligatory dog. You can follow him on Twitter and read his blog, Might Stain Your Shirt.
All of this is true. I don’t live in Austin. I don’t live in San Antonio, Houston,...
Remember when you were a kid and every other kid in the neighborhood got a pony and...
Lamb is the traditional centerpiece of an Easter feast. So here is my take on braised lamb...
I think the most interesting aspect of this Hilda Doolittle poem is its “direct treatment of the...
When Wu almost drowned in a typhoon that wrecked his stall he moved on to the entertainment...
Wallace Stevens appears to have a need for religion even though he’s rejected it. There’s an absence...
The Italians have cotoletta alla Milanese and the Austrians have Wiener schnitzel. So let's make Pork Chops...
I can’t speak to Delmore Schwartz’s entire body of work, but of the poems I’ve come across,...
This combination is known as The Haller Pizza at my house. We make it at least once...
In her own poetry, Marianne Moore largely eschewed traditional meter but despite that her form is incredibly...
There was a time when old, wizened women kneading pizza dough could smell changes in humidity and...
Poor Hart Crane the Ohioan/New Yorker ran off to France for some peace and quiet and still...
"I’ve never sailed anything except a nine-foot catboat, and that was in about three feet of water....
For those not in communion with Rome, this Spaghetti al Lent is a wonderful dish despite the...
Hilaire Belloc may be best know as for his light children’s verse which he released in volumes...
The meat and three tradition of smothered pork chops but I throw in some white wine and...
I’m sure that William Carlos Williams wanted to have a discussion with mom and dad. “You named...
Thomas Jefferson had a pasta machine sent from Naples to Monticello for mac & cheese. Now buy...
Nobody writes Lord Byron and means his dad John. George won, so barring some immortal act by...
