February 29 – March 6, 2016: Trish Lindsey Jaggers and Clyde Always

Trish Lindsey Jaggers and Clyde Always

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Trish Lindsey Jaggers
trish.jaggers@wku.edu

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Smiths Grove, Kentucky, author, educator, and nature lover Trish Lindsey Jaggers’ goal as a poet is creating "simply": Write so an eight-year-old can read it, an eighteen-year-old can understand it, and an eighty-year-old will have lived it. Her book Holonym: a collection of poems is forthcoming in February 2016 from Finishing Line Press.

The following work is Copyright © 2016, and owned by Trish Lindsey Jaggers and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Vestiges

Our backs together, the sun and I lean
into the staple-studded power pole
cornering the outskirts of town.
Rain-wrinkled words on flyers—
“Free High School Musical.”
A collie named Larry
lost last year. "Reward Offered."
Eyes are familiar mirrors.
“Have You Seen Me?”
Do missing children ever see
their own posters? Iced pictures melting in the snow
outside the coffee shop. Cappuccino rings.
Sticky tables. Pennies in a tip jar. What if this is all
the flash we get before we die? Eight trilled notes,
the sparrow wise in her song.
Last night I dreamed
I was on a flight to London, but I woke
in a cheap hotel, my fingers bare. I had to cut the rings
from my mother’s dead hand. Out here, no one lives
that close to anyone anymore.

 

 



Clyde Always
clydealwaysthebard@gmail.com

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Clyde ALWAYS, the Bard of the Lower Haight lives in a walk in refrigerator in the back of a taqueria with his new bride Kaylee the Ukulele. You can catch his act any Friday night at Cafe International where he has upheld his position as the Bard of the Lower Haight since 2014. Visit Clyde on Facebook here.

The following work is Copyright © 2016, and owned by Clyde Always and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Three A.M.

I TOOK SOME
Renaissance painters
out for donuts
HIGH
& 48th Ave.

Michelangelo pealed
a tangelo
upside down
we all said
wow

Botticelli bought a jelly
asked the clerk how
fresh, the clerk said
next to now so
sandy sucked
the good stuff out
we all and the clerk said
wow wow wow

Davinci FLYING
on LSD
drank a sea
of boba tea
we all and the transvestites said
wow WOW wow

once he knew
the WIFI code
he squatted down
on the comode
and that’s where
Brueghel Googled
and he alone moaned
ow ow ow

Ruben feeling
drunk and swerve-y
laid the mack on
Slack n’ Curvey,
munched a dozen
chocolate holes
we all and some profiteroles said
WOW WOW WOW
& HOLY COW!