July 13-19, 2015: Marilyn Kurtz and Howard Brown

Marilyn Kurtz and Howard Brown

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Marilyn Kurtz
writerstuartk@gmail.com

Bio (auto)

Marilyn Kurtz, Ph.D, is an adj. Professor in the English department at Nassau Community College in Garden City, New York. She received her doctorate from The City University of New York, with a dissertation [Virginia Woolf: Reflections and Reverberations American University Studies Volume 119 of American university studies: English language and literature, ISSN 0741-0700 Publisher: P. Lang (1990)]. She lives in Lynbrook, Nassau County, Long Island, New York. She edited and wrote for magazines and has passed on her learning to her students, who appreciate her.

The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by Marilyn Kurtz and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

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Because I do not write
And will not read
Nor overcome
The shadows
Of my retreat,
Because my shades are drawn
Against the harshness
Of the sun,
Because I sit
and rest
and dream,
I do not hear
The ringing of my doorbell.

 



Howard Brown
brownwh1943@yahoo.com

Bio (auto)

Howard Brown is a writer and poet who lives on the Cumberland Plateau in Lookout Mountain, Tennessee. He has published short fiction in Louisiana Literature; flash fiction in Fuck Fiction, Crack the Spine, Pulpwood Fiction and Mad Hatters Review (forthcoming); and, poetry in Old Hickory Review and Poetry Super Highway. In 2012, he published a collection of poetry entitled "The Gossamer Nature of Random Things."

The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by Howard Brown and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Deer

As winter deepens,
I find myself dreaming of deer.

Of their soulful, chestnut eyes,
how they move like wraiths thru the forest
seeking to evade the silent men in camouflage
who lie in wait.

And I begin to wonder
whose head I would really rather see
mounted on the wall?

 


 

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