Tag Archives: Jonathan Wittmaier

A dumpling does what a dumpling does It floats, it bobs, it tumbles to the floor. On the inside—hollow, nothing but air And some soft squishy dough Fill it with onion, chives, some minced pork; all mashed up in a thick filling, the same way Umma used to do. Savor it, relish it, consider everyContinue reading “2 poems by Jonathan Wittmaier”