Justin Roberti |
Justin Roberti has been a writer for nearly 20 years, creating poetry, plays, and short stories. He has directed and mounted multiple stage products and co-written and produced documentaries. He has a Master of Fine Arts in Playwrighting from Rutgers University and lives in Central Pennsylvania.Visit Justin on the web here: http://unsensible.wordpress.com/ |
The following work is Copyright © 2011, and owned by Justin Roberti and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Fuck the MoonMan went to the moon He didn’t make it easy We don’t assign gender to objects in English The moon is a woman I’m sorry
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Ben Nardolilli
bnardolilli@gmail.com
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I am a twenty five year old writer currently living in Montclair, New Jersey. My work has appeared in the Houston Literary Review, Perigee Magazine, Canopic Jar, One Ghana One Voice, Baker’s Dozen, Thieves Jargon, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, Poems Niederngasse, Gold Dust, Scythe, Anemone Sidecar, The Delmarva Review, Contemporary American Voices, SoMa Literary Review, Gloom Cupboard, Shakespeare’s Monkey Revue, Black Words on White Paper, and Beltway Poetry Quarterly. In addition I maintain a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and am looking to publish my first novel. |
The following work is Copyright © 2011, and owned by Ben Nardolilli and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
7476 American Blvd.
Every morning they have a grand opening,
All wares are out and specials stain the shelves.
Banners hang from corner to corner,
Small plastic flags dangle like colorful teeth.
Each customer finds themselves twice as rich,
Everything sliding off at a rate of two for one.
In the evening there is a going out of business sale,
The shelves must be emptied, the registers can be bought.