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Dealer's Girl
Susan Yount
Untitled
Jessica Anne Cuello
Apiphobia
Suzanne Grazyna (This is the third poem I ever wrote)
Drowning bees panic when submerged in honey
Prepare the epi
the cortisone
the deathcomb
Sarcophogi shaped to accommodate wings and needles
The fuzzy Queen drones on and on
Working the eulogies
the this that
(&) the other
A mellifluous stinging buzz in the ears
Breaks a colony of hives on the skin
The psychosomatic anaphylaxis scratches
on and on
and on
The Psychic Talking M & M
Juliet Cook
Seashore
Susan Yount
A Candy Hand Grenade:
love notes for weirdos.
Carson Pynes
you be the bright pinata,
and I will be the stick.
you play the melody,
I can hit the tambourine.
you be the fresh-squeezed lime juice
I'll be tequila, or salt,
you are the candy, I'm the hand grenade.
The Demon Named "Life" & The Horrid Nightmare
Rhiannon Thorne
Untitled
Susan Yount
Girl on bus
Ian Rice
She looks towards
The transparent windowpane
Smudged with grime and dust,
Gazing solemnly
Into a subtle reflection,
A softened jagged edge,
The pollinate face, an
Inseminate of society
Riding a dingy bus,
On route, today and tomorrow
To school or work, unbeknownst.
Flowers shift in the wind
Petals rustle and frown,
Pockets jingle, a metallic fluency,
Forms rest regaining balance,
She steps underneath
The revolving furnace, to test
Future traffic amidst honks of
Aggregates and myriads
Conclusions or questions
If I
Rhiannon Thorne
Untitled
Sarah Winn (written at age 16)
Ed note: the last line is on the back, and reads, "never been."
Narcissus—first and second drafts
Alexis Rhone Fancher (notes in red are by her editor)
NARCISSUS-1st Draft
His penis tastes like sleep.
I nestle in the hollow
between his hips,
my lips graze
him, my breath warms
him. (not sure the rhyme, repetition works here)
I'd fit perfectly if ( this is a little confusing...why won't he let you?)
he'd let me.
Sunlight streams from an
open window,
climbs the walls, (love this stanza)
honeys his dear
face.
I think I know my rival. (his penis?)
-Do you think of your
penis as an 'it' or a
he?' I ask.
"Neither," he says most (maybe cut "most seriously?")
seriously.
"I think of it as me."
NARCISSUS -2nd draft
His penis tastes like sleep.
I nestle in the hollow
between his hips,
my lips graze
him, my breath warms
his thighs.
I'd stay here forever if
I could.
Sunlight streams from an
open window,
climbs the walls,
honeys his dear
face.
I think I know my rival.
-Do you think of your
penis as an 'it' or a
he?'
"Neither," he says.
"I think of it as me."
"Devildoms" early draft
Saytchyn Maddux-Creech
