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Cassandra Dallett and Terry Michael Riley




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Cassandra Dallett
cassandradallett@yahoo.com

Bio (auto)

Cassandra Dallett lives in Oakland, CA. She is currently unemployed, a sometime student, and a full time mama. When not cooking for an army she writes poetry and short stories of memoir. Cassandra has published in Cherry Bleeds, Street Spirit, Opium Poetry2.0, Gutter Eloquence, Ascent Aspirations, Criminal Class Review, The Milvia Street Journal, and The Beat Museum of San Francisco.

The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by Cassandra Dallett and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


He Just Don't

understand
when I run to the kitchen
throw things
smash chairs
dishes
the wooden rungs crack
I splatter hot sauce
on the cabinets
long to throw it
in his face
and I chant
you have no idea
you have no idea
no idea
how crazy I am
while I break up
my own shit.



Terry Michael Riley
terryriley1954@yahoo.com

Bio (auto)

Terry Michael Riley lives in NE Arkansas. He has been writing poetry for three years. His poems have appeared on the Internet and in Storyteller Magazine, Down in the Dirt magazine as well as in 4 and 20 magazine.

The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by Terry Michael Riley and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Satisfaction

Walking into the garden
My taste buds salivate
With the thought
Of fried fritters
As golden bottlenecks
Hide underneath
Box fan leaves
Playing peek-a-boo
With the Sun


A Man With No Teeth Serves Us Breakfast | I'd Like to Bake Your Goods | Stolen Mummies | Brendan Constantine is My Kind of Town
Up Liberty's Skirt | Feeding Holy Cats | Mowing Fargo
| I'm a Jew, Are You? | Lizard King of the Laundromat | I Am My Own Orange County
Paris: It's The Cheese
| Poetry Super Highway | Judaic Links | Rick's Bookmarks | Cobalt Poets
E-mail Rick
| Other Cool Rick Stuff / Upcoming Readings | Who The Hell Is Rick