This, is for the culture.
Plucked from the depths of the grease trap.
This, is for artists on the line.
For the smoke session post service,
and the walk in breakdowns.
Here, devoured and digested, purged in print and stuffed in a knife roll.
For those fermenting in high brow fuckery and rotting in plated prudence.
This isn't the ten course tasting for two.
This is the corner combo special.
For the creatives held hostage by savory tendencies.
Here, to lick the culinary underbelly
of a culture divided and serve forth
the great equalizer.
A gastro mag is nothing without it's culinary collective. GastroPoetics gather stories, prose, pictures, and art all centered around a shared obsession from gastro poets far and wide.