June 17-23, 2013: Alexis Rhone Fancher and Robert Savino

Alexis Rhone Fancher and Robert Savino

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Alexis Rhone Fancher
hotnovelist@me.com

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Always accused of being a city kitty, writer/photographer Alexis Rhone Fancher has abandoned Venice Beach, California for a downtown L.A. loft, intent on exploring her urban side. A member of Jack Grapes’ L.A. Poets & Writers Collective, her work has been published or is forthcoming in RATTLE, BoySlut, The Mas Tequila Review, Cultural Weekly, High Coupe, Bare Hands, Poised In Flight, edited by A.J. Huffman, Gutter Eloquence Magazine, From The Four-Chambered Heart, edited by Marie Lecrivain, and elsewhere. In 2013 she was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She is poetry editor of Cultural Weekly. Visit Alexis on the web here: www.alexisrhonefancher.com

The following work is Copyright © 2013, and owned by Alexis Rhone Fancher and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Property

1. In the light
I keep thinking about the way
you keep your thumb hooked in
the belt loop of my jeans, like you have me on
a leash, like you own me. I’m not sure I don’t like it.

2. In the dark
I lie on top, your skin grazes mine. I breathe
your scent, burrow in your flesh, forehead
flush against your belly, eager
mouth fellating your cock. So this is love!

3. In the even darker
Go ahead. Push me
down. Pin my wrists. Wedge your knees between my
thighs; pry me open. You know
you want to explore my corridor, my
antechamber, my presidential suite. There’s a basket
of fruit on my D-cup titties, Veuve Cliquot in my ‘fridge.

4. In the winter
You like fucking on top of the sheets, heater off,
windows open to remind us we’re still breathing. I
can see your breath, its smoke – and mirrors.

5. In the cut
I keep thinking about the way
you keep me under your thumb.
“Yes,” you say. “This is love.”
And I’m not sure I don’t like it.


Robert Savino
Dynsus@aol.com

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Robert Savino is a native Long Island poet, currently residing in West Islip and widely published in print and online. He is the winner of the 2008 Oberon Poetry Prize. Robert’s first collection Inside a Turtle Shell, published in 2009, is a diverse journey of paths crossed, family and friends . . . lost and found. His work has also appeared on The Poetry Super Highway in June, 1999; and in 11 poems by 11 poets responding to September 11.

The following work is Copyright © 2013, and owned by Robert Savino and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Son of a Gun

Children circle the swimming pool
plastic pistols fill with water
handle to barrel
each squirt aims to soak
an opponent.

Dad laughs as he takes a stream
between the eyes.
“Nice shot, son.”

No surprise when dad takes his 12-year-old hunting
teaches the boy how to operate a pellet pistol
pick-off squirrels and chipmunks
while he goes after big game
with a big gun, a rapid fire trigger
angrier after each missed kill
bullet shells ejecting high
into a gunpowder breeze.

The son learns well
a marksman in manhood
a better shot than dad
now a dad himself
a pearl-handled pistol
full-clip in the handle
child in a belligerent barrel.