June 24-30, 2019: Poetry from Phil Huffy and Kathleen Holliday

Phil Huffy and Kathleen Holliday

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Phil Huffy
phuffy53@gmail.com

Bio (auto)

Phil Huffy had a long career doing something else entirely.  Now he writes all manner of short poems, often at his kitchen table,  He work can be found in approximately one hundred literary journals.

The following work is Copyright © 2019, and owned by Phil Huffy and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Candy Land

I’m not opposed by any means
to healthy menus, unassailed,
yet chocolate bars and I go back
to times of youth when sweets prevailed

and milkshakes roiled at soda fonts
with seats of chrome and leatherette
as music played from 45’s
to little speakers where you set

and station wagons roamed the streets
with two-way stops to curb their flow
as paperboys were daily seen
but now are not, yet on we go.


first published in Westward Quarterly

 


Kathleen Holliday
myohosister55@gmail.com

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Kathleen has lived on Lopez Island, Washington, in the San Juans since 2008. Though her first love is poetry, she is writing a novel based on the life of a convict ancestor sent to Australia in the 1820s. Her writing has appeared in SHARK REEF, A Literary Magazine, Soundings Review and Cathexis Northwest Press. She is a graduate of Augsburg University, Minneapolis and erstwhile student of the Lyle’s Bar School of Poetry.

The following work is Copyright © 2019, and owned by Kathleen Holliday and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


For One Night Only

There was a poet
now dead
who once danced me backwards
into his bedroom.

We leaned as one
in a too-many-beers tango —
my Ginger to his Fred
without the heels
and filmy gown —

just three steps forward:
approach
affinity
wild abandon

not thinking of tomorrow’s
two steps back:
avoidance
then abandonment.

I thought our cues were taken
from the same film —
perhaps, An Affair to Remember,
or was it, A Night to Remember?
Sure enough, the morning after
my ticket stub was stamped the latter.
Not just Titanic
steerage.

If we’d agreed on another film
something a bit less tragic
no Oscar Werner, no Simone Signoret
it still would play for one night only
Ship of Fools.



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