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Claire Keane
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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The sun comes up, fresh from outer space
Wet, and glistening
Her bath in Australia refreshing
The clouds frayed as an old bath mat
Early morning - I’m child again
Witnessing the vulnerability of my mom
A woman, wrapped tautly, in a soft towel
-
/katrinnac
for real tho
Just Now
Flipping through gazettes I found a
handful selling ghost work. Eastern meds
and all that call your therapist. Homemade
colonoscopies. A thousand fishbowl hickies
in a duplex.
I cannot seem to pinpoint my discomfort.
It pains me to imagine I have
missed the point. by Fritz O.K. from Trash Bird
Music Box
It was very small,
at first. Then, we looked
into it and saw
our mothers' faces
in the gold filigree,
fish-mouthed, weeping
at what we had done.
Then, a wave of tinny violins
overtook us like giant white
naked bats. The kitchen
got smaller and smaller, the sound
got bigger and bigger, music filled the room,
a handful of falling icicles
trickling to a halt—
no more music, then.
It swallowed all our whole
eyes; we were left
unblinking, slicing
carrots mid-chop,
upset buttermilk carton
and bloody fingers.
by Al Russell, from Children of the Anxious City
a boy would be a gun, if the barrel smelled like weed and peanut butter
Kelsey Marie Harris, from Bury Your Horses
if life is not meant to struggle / why do seeds push through
Crista Siglin, from Unpleasable Nature
by Crista Siglin, from her forthcoming book, Unpleasable Nature, out in July http://www.vegetarianalcoholicpress.com/titles/crista-siglin-unpleasable-nature
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http://www.vegetarianalcoholicpress.com/titles/look-out-animal-by-noah-burton
http://www.vegetarianalcoholicpress.com/titles/nymph-by-denise-jarrott
http://www.vegetarianalcoholicpress.com/titles/your-person-doesnt-belong-to-you
Hey if you like the poems posted here, we also have a collection on our site!
http://www.vegetarianalcoholicpress.com/titles/nymph-by-denise-jarrott
Started a blog chronicling the misadventures of the press: http://www.vegetarianalcoholicpress.com/blargh/
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