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  • For the Love of Leftovers
    food end up in landfill It s worse in the States 34 million tonnes in 2010 due to the larger population or just over buying Just imagine this figure might have been even higher if not for to go boxes Maybe this rant comes to me so easily because I grew up getting excited about leftovers My gap year team couldn t understand that I d rather eat the previous night s roast chicken for breakfast protein lasts you till lunch instead of Rice Krispies puffed air lasts you until you arrive at the office Some food even tastes better the second time around When you ve got to choose between a sandwich or yesterday s spicy sausage and mushroom lasagne for lunch it s really a no brainer About Shannon Evans Shannon Evans originally from Florida moved to London in December 2011 A lover of culture and language she blogs at Litro about her observations of British culture in her column English Lessons from an American and interviews various people in publishing and the media for Litro Meets She has been published in The Bradenton Herald and in Changing London magazine Her favourite book is Till We Have Faces by C S Lewis Mail More Posts 1 Comments comments Prev Are You Posh Next Rush hour Rantings Stephanie Rowe Brilliant Shan This is such a respectable piece of writing http www leslierowe com Leslie I love to go boxes because it means our family gains another meal without having to pay prep or cook Signed an American mom Deb As a restaurant inspector in the States I can safely say that a great deal of American food is leftover when it comes on the delivery truck So much of the food is prepared atvacsuppliers end I m curious as to how much is truly fresh overseas I am also guessing that composting in the UK is not much more popular than in the US if so much is thrown out We discussed this in my environmental studies program at University where in several countries it is not popular and is often frowned upon if it s requested to take it home When our daughter Brianna traveled Eastern Europe some of the locals were surprised to see skinny Americans And yet it is expected that the plates be cleared on site Interesting differences and observations Elaine Shannon keep up the good work I love your writing and I LOVE hearing about your cultural experience I m one of those egocentric Americans who can t imagine why everyone doesn t do things our way But no To Go boxes Sacrilege Kara I love reading your blogs Leftovers always taste better and I think its a shame not to offer to go boxes Thanks for sharing your thoughts its always a delight reading them Doug Leib Great post Shannon Until your ideas catch on in the UK carry some tupperware in your purse when you think you may need it crystal walker

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  • Shannon Evans, Author at Litro Magazine
    in Litro Magazine Shannon Evans originally from Florida moved to London in December 2011 A lover of culture and language she blogs at Litro about her observations of British culture in her column English Lessons from an American and interviews various people in publishing and the media for Litro Meets She has been published in The Bradenton Herald and in Changing London magazine Her favourite book is Till We Have Faces by C S Lewis Website Twitter Facebook Contact Us General 44 0 20 3371 9971 info litro co uk Sales Advertising enquiries 44 0 20 3371 9971 Email Sales Magazine Editorial editor litro co uk All Online Editorial online litro co uk Book Reviews Author Interviews reviews litro co uk Film Arts Editorial arts litro co uk Litro Lab Podcast litrolab litro co uk LitroTV litrotv litro co uk Litro Listings listings litro co uk Subscribe Stockists Submissions Advertising Our Team About Litro Litro Magazine is a free short stories and creative arts magazine in print and online Providing a place for readers writers and the broader creative community to discuss various aspects of literature arts and culture through features reviews non themed fiction interviews columns and more Perfect reading for those with busy lives When the first issue of Litro was published in April 2005 the main free paper for commuters and city dwellers was the morning Metro Since then many tabloid style free sheets have joined the field like the Metro these can be skim read and quickly discarded Litro is different our central aim has always been to provide commuters and city dwellers with an inspiring thought provoking alternative that takes you places you don t normally think about when travelling around the city We believe literary magazines should not just be targeted at writers themselves

    Original URL path: http://www.litro.co.uk/author/shannon-evans/ (2016-02-15)
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  • Are You Posh?
    to those less posh I narrowed my eyes He knows how I react to unjust generalisations although I often make them myself see my other columns Then before he could answer I went further and asked him the question he d never been asked before Are you posh He laughed No of course not But further research rendered me suspicious For example he prefers rugby over football Discussions like these started in 2010 but have carried on into our marriage The other night it resumed where it had left off and every so often Jon would laugh at my questions defending his hilarity with I ve never had to think about this before that s all He explained that in another era posh indicated many things about class wealth education social standing but that today s culture doesn t have a context for all that posh meant back then so some people affix the label to a certain accent London Mayor Boris Johnson Are you posh That question is similar to the question Are you rich Who would say yes They re relative terms Jon struggled with a definition and so resorted to examples such as videos like Gap Yah and a Prince William interview Examples do help although both an isolated example and a general definition might still succeed in offending someone somewhere Generalisations tend to do that It makes me wonder though I ask Jon if he s posh and he can say no as his poshness is debatable there s always someone more posh than he is But what if someone were to ask Boris Johnson I m seriously curious as to what he would say So how would you define posh to a non native About Shannon Evans Shannon Evans originally from Florida moved to London in December 2011 A lover of culture and language she blogs at Litro about her observations of British culture in her column English Lessons from an American and interviews various people in publishing and the media for Litro Meets She has been published in The Bradenton Herald and in Changing London magazine Her favourite book is Till We Have Faces by C S Lewis Mail More Posts 1 Comments comments Prev Part 4 My Interactive Comedy Extravaganzas for the Edinburgh Festival Next For the Love of Leftovers Related Posts Feature Film M 1931 Opera For All La Traviata at the Soho Theatre Nowhere To Run The Flannelettes at the King s Head Theatre Litro TV Recent Posts Bringing Up Baby In the Night Time Before the Sun Rises at the Gate Theatre True Love in Los Angeles A R BY ANY OTHER NAME The Echo Travelling in Fiji The Litro Blog View Archive 11th February 2016 Litro 149 The Love issue Letter from the Editor By Eric Akoto Love we spend our lives craving it in one form or another searching for it and talking about it Its meaning is felt more than it is clearly expressed Some call it

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  • Birthday Americana
    much for him as it is for me Lips against my ear A hand at my hip Come Let me ravish you On my daughter s sixteenth birthday I attempt cake I spend fifteen minutes picking eggshells from chiffon batter Then she goes out with people she doesn t find embarrassing Should I wait up with a shotgun the husband asks The boy s named Cheever I say How bad can it be People who name their kids Cheever are libertines he says Which means they breed uptight kids with purity rings I say We lie in bed with the lights off counting seconds until the house key turns in the lock I remember where I hid my crumpled panties Tomorrow while the kid is at drama practice I ll search her room and look at the teddy bears Fifty Eight Remember when I asked if my tits sagged Which time All the times No when I was God I must have been thirty I remember I didn t know from sagging You look good I look like my mother Your mother was a looker Sixty Nine I write my name The letters look right but it s wrong the same as when I speak I write I love you to my daughter She reads it back Banana Mom Want me to get the nurse to bring you some bananas The husband comes by but I don t want him to see my hair It s shaved on one side and there s baby duck fuzz growing in over what feels like a row of giant staples When I touch it my daughter frowns They have no sense of aesthetics Ma None at all The need to ask what happened is overwhelming I was alone apparently so no one can tell me It s a miracle that I m alive they say Of course I m alive what else would I be At night the machines beep blending with the moans from the man in the next bed He smells terrible I don t ask why that would result in a late night appearance of bananas It s like someone dumped out my word rolodex and the only card that s face up is banana During the day I practice walking swallowing and toileting A new word turns up It is Yes I say yes to everything because it s not banana What s your name Yes The therapist tells my daughter he suspects my responses may not be meaningful She says Well Mom s always been very agreeable At dinner the family of the man in the next bed visits They have a baby about seven months Nurses flock to the baby moths hovering around the only source of well anything The baby looks at me I smile I say banana and the kid takes off laughing the way people laughed at Carson I ve always had a way with the boys You and me kid Team pants shitters

    Original URL path: http://www.litro.co.uk/2012/07/erika-swyler-birthday-americana/ (2016-02-15)
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  • Erika Swyler, Author at Litro Magazine
    1 posts published in Litro Magazine Erika Swyler is a writer baker and legal transcriptionist who lives and works in Brooklyn New York Her short fiction can be found on Anderbo Storychord and elsewhere She also writes and photographs the baking humor blog ieatbutter tumblr com and is currently at work on a novel Website Twitter Facebook Contact Us General 44 0 20 3371 9971 info litro co uk Sales Advertising enquiries 44 0 20 3371 9971 Email Sales Magazine Editorial editor litro co uk All Online Editorial online litro co uk Book Reviews Author Interviews reviews litro co uk Film Arts Editorial arts litro co uk Litro Lab Podcast litrolab litro co uk LitroTV litrotv litro co uk Litro Listings listings litro co uk Subscribe Stockists Submissions Advertising Our Team About Litro Litro Magazine is a free short stories and creative arts magazine in print and online Providing a place for readers writers and the broader creative community to discuss various aspects of literature arts and culture through features reviews non themed fiction interviews columns and more Perfect reading for those with busy lives When the first issue of Litro was published in April 2005 the main free paper for commuters and city dwellers was the morning Metro Since then many tabloid style free sheets have joined the field like the Metro these can be skim read and quickly discarded Litro is different our central aim has always been to provide commuters and city dwellers with an inspiring thought provoking alternative that takes you places you don t normally think about when travelling around the city We believe literary magazines should not just be targeted at writers themselves or even those with a particular interest in literature instead Litro believes in reaching the general reader whether they be a

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  • Remex and Rectrix
    se but dutiful A forced hand I d imagine I had twelve by the death of the Second and my brother never complained The spitting image of Salomón II in heart and mind but the Third wore a softness of character that the Second kept hidden This wasn t entirely absent in the Second but hidden As when in elementary school he watched as I lost a fight in the yard He walked over slow and stately dispersing the crowd He said nothing to me Tears running down my face He held my hand which fit cleanly in his palm as I recall and we walked to the corner store He bought me a creamsicle Orange was my favorite color I could never forget that there in the Second Funny The fights bone and muscle forget The scars though And that was often his intention We learned We ate fear behind My father not long after my fight found a pack of Winstons in the Third s bedroom He dragged all the Solnidos Mami Mom and Payín into the living room round midnight The pack of Winstons in the dim lamplight of the coffee table His lawyer lamp with the green glass shade over the bulb and the brass stem I remember The Second opened the pack and handed the Third a Winston Lit it for him and stepped back a mile into the dark as my brother in the catbird seat took nervous drags Down to the filter Where you going to put it out My father asked from beyond the glow of the lamp which only caught just like that My brother at the end of the Eames at the edge of the Eames chair The dark rowhouse of the bookshelf behind Womenfolk in the umbra The Second stepping forward then at the edge of light Emerging My brother looked starved for air trembling He in a craven whisper I remember attempted to resist please His hand reaching up toward the approaching Second with the smoldering butt glowing in the dark between his thumb and index finger please Then in the light said Second to Third Open your mouth No hay nada mejor The Third my brother his eyes always on the prize gleaning his small seeds fed me in the following year s absence Acting surrogate in the emptied umbra Coming home after dark Singing James Brown in the kitchen Eating lukewarm leftovers earlier prepared by Veronica Sometimes I d sit with him Just listen to him sing or hum or tap a beat Wait for him to look up from the plate and grin my way A lovely feral grin A fatigued grin I was in my middle teens when in the early months of 1983 Veronica left him for Willy Detroit Wallace and Detroit Took his son In 1983 My nephew The custody hearing lasted into spring of the following year with Veronica flying in at regular intervals late and imperiled His son legally bound

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  • Andrew Colarusso, Author at Litro Magazine
    when realized will ways to destroy And there think nothing of order s lamentations Someone unheard is waiting to name love again Read more Andrew Colarusso The author has 1 posts published in Litro Magazine Andrew E Colarusso is Editor in Chief of the Broome Street Review Website Twitter Facebook Contact Us General 44 0 20 3371 9971 info litro co uk Sales Advertising enquiries 44 0 20 3371 9971 Email Sales Magazine Editorial editor litro co uk All Online Editorial online litro co uk Book Reviews Author Interviews reviews litro co uk Film Arts Editorial arts litro co uk Litro Lab Podcast litrolab litro co uk LitroTV litrotv litro co uk Litro Listings listings litro co uk Subscribe Stockists Submissions Advertising Our Team About Litro Litro Magazine is a free short stories and creative arts magazine in print and online Providing a place for readers writers and the broader creative community to discuss various aspects of literature arts and culture through features reviews non themed fiction interviews columns and more Perfect reading for those with busy lives When the first issue of Litro was published in April 2005 the main free paper for commuters and city dwellers was the morning Metro Since then many tabloid style free sheets have joined the field like the Metro these can be skim read and quickly discarded Litro is different our central aim has always been to provide commuters and city dwellers with an inspiring thought provoking alternative that takes you places you don t normally think about when travelling around the city We believe literary magazines should not just be targeted at writers themselves or even those with a particular interest in literature instead Litro believes in reaching the general reader whether they be a commuter someone browsing in a bookshop or

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  • A Backwards Story of a Backwards Man
    sweaty summer afternoon presented a kind of humidity not to be expected in mid coastal Maine It crept between where things existed connecting all objects and people and thickening the world A W suspected into a solid orb a heavy ball in the sky that would one day find itself too fat to spin and drop He was without hope and hopeless He phoned his ex wife His voice projected the shrill desperation of his inner thoughts I m going to do it this time because there had been other times I m going to kill myself She was watching Law and Order SVU an interesting episode It had been a long day Dinner was made dishes were done and the daughter was busy with homework in her room The last thing the ex wife wanted was to comfort A W So If you re going to do it don t make a mess Remember the bad thing I can t stop thinking he paused to clear his nose Maybe I don t deserve to live The ex wife remembered many bad things but knew the one sticking to A W s mind was the one that had instigated divorce She muted the television and listened for clues that her daughter was listening too but there was only the trickle of music from down the hallway She hissed into the phone just in case You have your daughter to think of A W dialed a new number spoke to a new voice relived the bad thing through words and became a voluntary patient at Acadia an institution known through this and the neighboring counties as the only one of its kind He did not kill himself then but it soon became clear to him that the odds of someone with bipolar disorder paranoid schizophrenia and a history of domestic abuse finding contentment were to be equated only with winning the Megabucks The Day A W Did Something Really Bad occurred ten years before he thought he won the Megabucks He awoke in the morning with a headache that extended to the pit of his stomach instigating heartache along the way Lying in bed he searched the cavern of his mind for why he felt this way pain for no reason was not worth having and found nothing He searched harder still nothing Then something He sat up back jerked straight as though postured by a wooden board there was maybe just one reason for feeling so terribly bad sad The old horse Their old horse had died last week A W found him in the pasture in the snow up on the highest hill and nearly frozen in the shifty wind of morning A W stood there beside the mound of soulless body watching and wondering how to tell his wife her favorite thing was gone But he knew it wasn t the horse that was making him feel this way The death though never to be admitted aloud had brought relief And so pain without reason and so the invisible wound seethed The mind had become a set of dominoes on the breezy ledge of a world where everything is connected to everything else where one small incident leads to another and if something a single moment collapses all moments past present and future crumble a world where everything breaks eventually In the bathroom mirror while brushing his teeth he thought he could center himself with daily ritual he noticed his neck pulse which reminded him of blood and the inner workings of his body and the possibility of a heart attack He spat the chalky juice into the sink and rushed to the bed where his wife slept He pushed her head with the palm of his hand He hissed her name but she rolled away he raised his voice so she groaned Help me he said She looked at him blinking with the oblivion of the newly awoken of a child until she awoke completely her eyes large and glistening as silver dollars A sphere of hope like A W s pain unraveled down the back of her throat Please don t kill me she said She knew this was not the first time one had awoken in fear and she felt as though she embodied every person who ever had Trillions of worlds of dread inside her bursting one by one like soap bubbles leaving her insides scraped new and raw Trillions of worlds of dread including A W s She wanted to fold into herself to protect everything inside He held his deer hunting rifle to her temple She thought she could read his mind I have to She thought she could read his mind and he sensed her doing it I have to blow away the place where thoughts come from He aimed right at that place Please she said like a child the word had regressed to a whimper but he understood what she meant he could read her thoughts too Please don t kill me Of course he wouldn t He was only realizing now he didn t have it in him a thought so good it felt like milk spilt on his mind The best thought I don t have it in me to kill someone else It was now so clear what had gone wrong he d been mistaking his thoughts for hers a problem he d fight for years to come conflating his thoughts with so many others His wife was sweating on the bed white nightgown wet blonde hair stringy from sleep and he thought She looks like an angel He was glad when she moved out even with the daughter Even as a grown man there was so much about himself he didn t know and on bad days it was so embarrassing he could almost die What Is the Point A W wanted to know His bride wanted the horse bad But what is the point

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