October 30 – November 5, 2017: Poetry from B. Diehl and Grant Guy

B. Diehl and Grant Guy

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B. Diehl

Bio (auto)

B. Diehl is the author of the poetry collection Zeller’s Alley (White Gorilla Press, 2016). His work has been published by Hobart, BOAAT Press, FLAPPERHOUSE, Words Dance, and other venues. On the first and third Sunday of every month, he hosts a reading series in Catasauqua, PA, called I Hate Poetry. When he is not writing, reading, hosting, or breathing in dust at his warehouse job, he is usually hanging out with his cats. He lives in Phillipsburg, NJ.

The following work is Copyright © 2017, and owned by B. Diehl and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Bunny Hole

I don’t know why, but “Bunny” 
was the nickname G. gave me.

G. was kind of obnoxious,
but we both smoked pot,
so I guess that was 
why we got together.

I was 18 and still didn’t have a job
or any kind of diploma. The little
amount of cash I had all went
right into me and G.’s lungs.

“I’m so baked, Bunny,” she’d say –– 

as my parents’ cellar
filled up with smoke
and partially-genuine
(but desperate) laughter.

Most of my old friends were graduating
and getting ready to leave for college.

Some of them 
were already gone,
exploring the world, 
forgetting their pasts,
forgetting I existed.

I was forgetting everything ––
especially myself,
especially the sunlight.

“Do you think we’ll ever get married?”
G. would sometimes ask me.

But I couldn’t possibly answer
something like that. 

No ambition meant no future.

The cellar door was worlds away. 



Grant Guy

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Grant Guy is a Winnipeg, Canada a poet, writer and playwright. Former artistic director of Adhere + Deny. His writings have been published in Canada, the United States, Wales, India and England. He has three books published (On the Bright Side of Down and Bus Stop Bus Stop are both available at Amazon.) He was the 2004 recipient of the MAC’s 2004 Award of Distinction and the 2017 recipient of the WAC’s Making A Difference Award. From the front jacket of the collection of short stories The Naked City by Sterling Silliphant – where a crime of violence and an act of infinite tenderness can occur seconds apart . . . in many respects that is what I am attempting to do with my poems and stories. I am interested in our individual humanity in a harsh and sometimes comical environ. I believe, if there is a god, god is a prankster. How else do we explain genitalia and Donald Trump.

The following work is Copyright © 2017, and owned by Grant Guy and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Hanging Sam

Hanging Sam had no joke for his 1000th execution
He thought he might the morning before
But when he got home from Abilene after his 999th execution
He found a Dear John letter tacked to his favorite rocking chair
Jackie Wallas   his lover of 13 years   left him for The Yukon
She heard there was good money to made in Dawson City
If a woman properly applied herself
He cursed Jackie his gangrene Banshee
Hanging Sam conducted his 1000th execution
Like a man who had nothing in his bones
He was no longer numb
Like the other 999
For the 1000th
He was no longer numb
And it pissed him off