The latest installment as Poet of the Month at The Inquisitive Eater

And it's all true. Those folks know how to eat. Thanks, again, Laura!

Poet of the Month: 'Yogyakarta,' by Jennifer L. Knox

In the first hotel, an icky river of ants moving under the black wool blanket. In the houses, ceilings were low and the windows small-inside anywhere was always dark. Hawkers in the market needed lamps in their stalls by noon, but not when the light was more even, like dawn.