I’m pleased to be a part of a literary journal devoted to food. My two poems are included in the first edition. Boardwalk Food. Please check out this wonderful site.

EDITION.1.WINTER

“Home Is Where The Heart Is”

Their Mission:

“It’s simple. You love food. We love food. We love reading about the food you love to write about. That’s all there is to it. The taste of home, the essence of nostalgia, the excitement of umami. When writing about food, you write from the heart. And we LOVE that.“

Boardwalk Food
by Mark Tulin


My aunt took my hand,

and we walked the boards

down the shore,



passing Mr. Peanut with samples

in a paper cup,

past the fudge makers,

rolling out chocolate marshmallows,

and cutting little squares.



The smell of fresh donuts

on a warm summer morning,

a baker curling the dough,

frying circles of delight,

dripping with vanilla icing.



I kept telling my aunt,

how hungry I was,

as the waves crashed

into the rocks, and the gulls

soared over the pier.



We passed a pizzeria,

and watched a guy make

a New York-style pie,

pulling one from a brick oven—

one slice for a dollar-fifty;

my aunt bought two.



So much to eat,

that we had to stay another week.

We couldn’t resist

the swirl of cotton candy.