Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois and Richard Lynch
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Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois
grabmitch@hotmail.com
Bio (auto)
Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois has had over six hundred of his poems and fictions appear in literary magazines in the U.S. and abroad, including POETRY SUPER HIGHWAY. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize for work published in 2012, 2013, and 2014. His novel, Two-Headed Dog, based on his work as a clinical psychologist in a state hospital, is available for Kindle and Nook, or as a print edition. He lives in Denver.
The following work is Copyright © 2014, and owned by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Delvinal I want you to know that That’s all I’ll say I won’t give you a list That’s just the way life works So take it Amber Alert I was arranging a bachelor party Setting it up We ended up having a kid My brother still remembers his bachelor party Desiderata (Abridged) There’s a gentle rain falling from your nose You’re okay just as you are
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Richard Lynch
richard@thebookdoc.com
Bio (auto)
Richard Lynch (Platja de Gandia, Spain) had beaten a drum as a boy before karma reclaimed the episodes, and beat him back. He wasn’t impressed, swallowed three toads, saying "oh, crap" only after the third, when he realized it was frogs he’d wanted, and his throat swelled him to the hospital. Some people count almonds to be sure there are enough in the bag…Richard only almonds when it counts. In recent years he has let his camera help him discover grotesque things, foods that lurk in the ice tables of fish mongers when he fails at fishing, and the sight of a woman so incredibly perfect that he was once consumed by the flames of a group of young boys she passed when they spontaneously combusted. Having risen from those ashes as well, he found people jealous of his nimbus, which he named Bob and taught various card tricks, and lives with his medusa, looking at her only through mirrors. When Bob turned to Three Card Monty, all bets were off, and so was the nimbus, creating a paradox so complex, Schrodinger’s cat begged for mercy loudly enough that you could hear it behind the door, and Bob (sometimes known as Three Card) was forced into slave labor at a repair shop called Quantum Mechanics where cars were fixed by putting them in a box and thinking. There are times when Richard’s antics become uncles. He hopes to have the opportunity to explain his life the right way, when it is over, again.
The following work is Copyright © 2014, and owned by Richard Lynch and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
The Woman Who Would Only Sing Bats flipped She sang Her leashed chihuahua She sang to the dog I saw her again She sang on the train I imagined her singing On the playa In the post office The man next to me
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