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Bruce Taylor
taylorb@uwec.edu
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Bruce Taylor, Poet Laureate of Eau Claire, Wisconsin, is the author of eight collections of poetry, including The Longest You’ve Lived Anywhere: New & Selected Poems 2013 and editor of eight anthologies including Wisconsin Poetry (Wisconsin Academy of Science, Arts & Letters), and with Patti See, Higher Learning, (Prentice Hall 3rd ed.) 2011. His poetry has appeared in such places as Able Muse, The Chicago Review, The Cortland Review, The Nation, The New York Quarterly, Poetry, Poetry Super Highway, Rattle, Rosebud and on the Writer’s Almanac.
The following work is Copyright © 2016, and owned by Bruce Taylor and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Another Poem You Try to Readbut wake in a surprising shade, The cat in a coma across your feet last you knew full of morning and song,
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Kayli Wren
kwren@students.stab.org
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Kayli Wren is a seventeen year old from Charlottesville, Virginia. She has previously been published in Teen Ink, Literary Orphans, Tupelo Press Teen Writing Center’s Crossroads III, and the 2015 Kenyon Review Young Writers Workshop’s Anthology. She received the Arthur C. Green Rising Star Award for her creative writing and has recently been developing her love for writing poetry. She writes to capture the snapshots of our lives, to expose the nuances of life and the cosmos compiled therein. She writes to accept, reject and make sense of our world. She writes to acknowledge rawness and pain and beauty, to appreciate every element, scarred and fragile, of our existence.
The following work is Copyright © 2016, and owned by Kayli Wren and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
JunkyardWhen the music was turned loud enough Children in car seats counted fading yellow dashes Three year olds wore pink princess slippers Spilled nail polish and drops of gin Cigarette smoke left yellow patterns Family vacations left sun screen Batter starter lies beside an empty Weeds grow around engines and the oil pan Hillocks form over Volvos and jeeps |
