Zest! — Pangyrus
Food Writing Editor
Zest is the food writing section of Pangyrus, a Boston based literary magazine. We publish food-themed memoir, fiction, and poetry. Without air, water, and food, there is no life. Of these three vital components, food stands alone as a cultural touchstone. Every person on this planet has a food memory. Your stories are precious. Write them down and submit them to Zest! I read every story and respond with feedback.
If you love working in the restaurant or hospitality industry you’re likely an adrenaline junkie. There’s nothing like the buzz of a busy restaurant on a Saturday night, when you’re fully booked and fully staffed. You’re generous. To dedicate your career to serving others is to give something of yourself on every plate. You’re a risk taker. You sacrifice days, hours, weeks, even years to a venture as high risk as they come. The restaurant business is vital, difficult, brilliant. Santé aims to entertain, and inform those who choose the hospitality industry as a way of life with the goal of helping you to improve your bottom line.
The center-entrance brick-front Sudbury Colonial with the circular drive was suspiciously grander than our pocketbook. It was also, after months of searching, the first home my husband and I both liked.
“That can’t be the right price,” I said awed by the two-story marble-tiled foyer with the curved staircase.
“It’s bank owned,” our realtor said, her voice an echo in the vacant room. “They probably want to unload it before winter.”
Wicked Local — Walpole
Few images evoke as strong a sense of time and place as the classic New England farm. In Massachusetts we, as a community, value dwellings that have withstood the passing centuries. Land, however, is a different story. Acres are often lost to development.
The Writer’s Loft Anthology
2nd place winner & Contributing Author
I want to scream at the nurses, at the doctors, even at the people who bring her meals.
This husk of a human is not Laura.
Laura’s eyes are clear and blue, not cloudy. They gleam with mischief. When we were sixteen, there wasn’t a boy in town who didn’t turn their head when she sauntered by, not because she was the prettiest, but because with Laura, things you never in a million years dreamed could happen, seemed possible.
— Deborah Norkin, The Last First