Poetry: July by Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz
The figs we ate wrapped in bacon.
The gelato we consumed greedily:
Coconut milk, clove, fresh pear.
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Song In My Head: Things Happen by Dawes
Quote: “When I feed the poor, the call me a saint, but when I ask why the poor are hungry, they call me a communist.” – Hélder Câmara
Recipe: Shrimp Ceviche
Anywhere But Here: Museum of Whales and Things, Port au Choix, Newfoundland and Labrador