Ah, Samhain, the liminal festival celebrating the border between Summer and Winter, light and dark, this world and the next. Let’s get scary and peek over the border—or just jump on through.
The food specials this weekend are mingled with our Halloween Party Spread, you’ll have to come Saturday to see what we have! And it is a potluck, so feel free to bring your own food, or just come eat and dance and listen for the ghosts singing from the aether.
Drink specials too, come down and see!
The Witch Has Told You a Story
You are food.
You are here for me
to eat. Fatten up,
and I will like you better.
Your brother will be first,
you must wait your turn.
Feed him yourself, you will
learn to do it. You will take him
eggs with yellow sauce, muffins
torn apart and leaking butter, fried meats
late in the morning, and always sweets
in a sticky parade from the kitchen.
His vigilance, an ice pick of hunger
pricking his insides, will melt
in the unctuous cream fillings.
He will forget. He will thank you
for it. His little finger stuck every day
through cracks in the bars
will grow sleek and round,
his hollow face swell
like the moon. He will stop dreaming
about fear in the woods without food.
He will lean toward the maw
of the oven as it opens
every afternoon, sighing
better and better smells.
–Ava Leavell Haymon