Allison Thorpe and Chris Flynn
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Allison Thorpe
valkyrie472000@yahoo.com
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Allison Thorpe lives and writes from a stone house near Sulphur Well, Kentucky, where she dreams of becoming an international poker player. The author of one book of poems and one chapbook, she has appeared in a variety of journals, some of which include Appalachian Heritage, Green Mountains Review, Vine Leaves Literary Journal, Poem, Snail Mail Review, Wind, and Juggler’s World. The following poems are from a manuscript entitled The House of Growing Up.
The following work is Copyright © 2014, and owned by Allison Thorpe and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
the economics of oatmeal A tepid lump-riddled concoction I imagined I was magic Then conjuring in their warm kitchen photo with church hats My mother insisted on the outing Plopped the wide flat saucers Stiff scratchy ribbon hard tied Below that blessed gauding Maybe Mother hoped for miracles— Photo blurred in haste or hate |
Chris Flynn
cflynn34@gmail.com
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Chris Flynn, an Ohio transplant, lives in Davenport, Florida where, to his Chagrin (an Ohio city next to the town in which he grew up), anoles crawl over and sometimes inside, every inch of his house. Check out Chris’s book Collected from a second-hand laptop.
The following work is Copyright © 2014, and owned by Chris Flynn and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Anole Blues When I called that thing a gecko, Actually, Webster’s on-line audio Also from my neighbor that day Whatever one calls them, This morning, one sticky-footed lizard In that moment, I discovered Afterwards, I read that an anole’s tail When I saw my neighbor again,
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