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Lucile Barker is a Toronto poet, writer and activist. Since 1994, she has been the co-ordinator of the Joy of Writing, a weekly poetry and fiction workshop at the Ralph Thornton Centre. Poetry and prose publications include poems in The Big Scarborough Art Book, Linden Avenue, and Decades Review. Her poetry has appeared on posters and in the 2013 Digging to the Roots Calendar. Her recent fiction has been published in The Quotable, Memewar, Mixitini Matrix and Green Briar Review. Work has appeared in Paper Plates, Mixitini Matrix, Subterranean Blue Review, Commonline Review, The Art of Being Human, and Black Cat Lit. It Matters blog radio recently broadcast her story “My Stinky Valentine.”
The following work is Copyright © 2014, and owned by Lucile Barker and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
This temp job comes and goes,
I would like to see my shadow on the moon,
R. Bremner of Glen Ridge, NJ, has worked as a cab driver, a truck unloader, a computer programmer, and a vice-president at Citibank. He is widely published, including International Poetry Review, PoetsOnline.org, and the Passaic Review, and ten ebooks. Bremner regularly reads at the Paterson (NJ) Poetry Center, and the William Carlos Williams center in Williams’ hometown, and (when he can get on!) on the Poetry Super Highway live radio show. R. Bremner, his lovely sociologist wife Francesca, their son Raymond Sathyan, and their puppy Ariel (for Sylvia Plath) cordially invite all writers to the Write Group’s Free Write sessions at Montclair NJ library every Saturday morning at 10:15 am. Please visit him at the Poets & Writers Directory or at http://www.writers.net/writers/110743
The following work is Copyright © 2014, and owned by R. Bremner and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
The Crossing of the Red Sea
The sky is a red sea,
Washed in by such an evening tide:
But in the cleaven sea, something
These are reasons;
The sky is a red sea,
(originally published in Passaic Review,