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Sexy Under the Snow by Robert Knox

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Sexy Under the Snow

by Robert Knox

OK, so the rain is tickling the earth
‘Good.’ ‘Maybe good.’ ‘Not so hard!’
Hail? You give me hail? It’s April!
I want a soft touch, an easy touch, a slow hand

I want thousands of little rustling feelers
brushing my hard particulates
I want soft breath on my healing biota —
I’m talking biota, honey,
Who’s got more of that than me?

I’m talking mild precipitation, babe,
that old “swich licour ” and “shoures soote”
to open my heart
And the let the lifeblood flow
And get the green jet running

and birthing multiples and multiples
until “summer is ycummin in” absolutely all over
and I feel fine

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I’m a husband, father, freelance writer for the Boston Globe, rabid backyard gardener, and blogger on nature, books, films and other subjects based on the premise that there’s a garden metaphor for everything.

My poems have been published recently by Verse-Virtual, Guide to Kulchur Creative Journal, The Poetry Superhighway, Bombay Review, Earl of Plaid, Rain, Party, & Disaster Society, and Semaphore Journal. Some poems were also accepted for the upcoming anthology “Peace: Give it a Chance,” and a collection of poems (“Gardeners Do It With Their Hands Dirty”) will be published in 2016 by Coda Crab Books.
I am a staff writer for Verse-Virtual.

My novel on the origins of the Sacco-Vanzetti case, “Suosso’s Lane,” was recently published by Web-e-Books.com.

COLD NIGHT, WARM HAMBURGERS by Cheryl Buchanan

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COLD NIGHT, WARM HAMBURGERS

by Cheryl Buchanan

The day my dad moved in with the other woman,
I became a vegetarian.
I guess my mom was right about some things,
like Cisco, bum wine, liquid crack. Gravity,
I mumbled, while the runningback’s meaty hands
clumsily let slip hunks of my hair, fat strands dipping
into hot chunky remains of the Homecoming party.

I hurled on all fours, grabbing the earth,
until suddenly I was struck by the utter atrocity
of hamburgers. The impurity of flesh, my birth,
this pollution, all piling steamy onto gleaming AstroTurf.
How disgusting and dirty we all had become, cannibals,
carnivores, warm, pink and rotten.

The midnight moonlight exposed my poison
heaved on uninhabitable, plastic grass
while the runningback just kept reliving his game,
a glorified catch at the end of the half.
But, I knew the Hail Mary. It was all in the pass,
spinning graceless and groundless,
ungripped between thieves.

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Cheryl Buchanan is a former attorney from Los Angeles and current MFA candidate and Writing Instructor at Emerson College. After having worked in social justice for over a decade she is interested in promoting the power of literature and poetry in marginalized communities. She presently leads a creative writing workshop at a Boston homeless center. In May 2014 she received the Academy of American Poets Prize.

Come, Beloved by Charles Bane Jr.

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Come, Beloved

by Charles Bane Jr.

I am hungry; come soon. I looked
tonight at flames like you upon
the west and jewels winging
home. I hold you in my eyes
when I see what cannot
be stamped again. All the earth
is of a kind but for the rarities
that clamber unknowing of their
gifts on vales of purest light,
and look at the common life
of us in shade. Come beloved,
soon.

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Charles Bane, Jr. is the American author of The Chapbook ( Curbside Splendor, 2011) and Love Poems ( Kelsay Books, 2014). His work was described by the Huffington Post as “not only standing on the shoulders of giants, but shrinking them.” Creator of the Meaning of Poetry series for The Gutenberg Project, he is a current nominee as Poet Laureate of Florida.

Skin is, My by Tamarah Rockwood

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Skin is, My

by Tamarah Rockwood

 

Skin is, my
fleshtone, my
fresh grown, shy
wind song.

 

My skin, is
worn under, iris
of my beauty, Adonis
in my tone, Atlantis
of my image.

 

Is my skin
Egyptian paper thin,
wrinkled in my sin,
pickled light within:
It is: My skin.

 

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Tamarah Rockwood is a stay-at-home, homeschooling mother of five and has been married for the past 15 years. She received her BA in Literature from CSUH. Rockwood won first place in poetry from the CSUH annual journal. She has had her artwork featured in the Louie-Meager art gallery in Fremont, CA, and working as the assistant curator afterward. She had won an artistic submission of 6 statues to an OpenSolaris contest, which was featured through Sun Microsystems in 2008. Rockwood was a substitute teacher for public and private schools, as well as becoming the editor of an in-house publication of a poetry journal, *Illume.* Her poetry book came out in 2006, “Petals of Magnolia,” and is currently hosting an explorative blog, PlatypusDirective.blogspot.com, which also features her Celiac blog as well as her homeschooling blog.

 

http://tamarahrockwood.blogspot.com/2010/09/17.html

 

Vespertine by Lauren Payne

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Vespertine

by Lauren Payne

the hot and sticky slow has rolled around again
and there she is
restless under the little dipper
drying out.
she smokes and paces and wishes
for the milky way to pour itself down on her
to drown her in the stars
all those tiny embers glittering like diamonds on her sun baked skin
catching in her black hair
forming new universes in her tresses.
the warm air stirs against her shoulder blade
her flesh mistakes it for breath
for hands
for lips
and she’s on her back
beneath the endless sky
drying out.
thirsting for thick hands and the sea.

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Lauren Payne is a Bay Area misfit transplant, originally from Los Angeles, CA. Her work has been published in various online literary journals as well as in print in The Best of Vine Leaves Anthology 2012. When not frightening strangers with her writing, she is likely hunting through record stores, traveling through the southern US, and reading books it will take years to finish. She lives & works in Oakland, CA.