May 30 – June 5, 2016: Poetry from Jack e Lorts and Chelsey van der Munnik

​Jack e Lorts and ⁣Chelsey van der Munnik

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​Jack e Lorts
jclorts@centurytel.net

Bio (auto)

A retired educator living in Fossil, a small isolated town in eastern Oregon, Jack e Lorts served as both school superintendent (retiring in 2004) and as mayor for six years. His poems has appeared widely, if infrequently, over the past 50+ years in such places as Arizona Quarterly, Kansas Quarterly, English Journal, Arsenic Lobster and many other ephemeral journals. He is author of three chapbook, most recently “Dear Gilbert Sorrentino and Other Poems.” “Ephram Pratt Reads Numbers in the Sky” appeared in Clackamas Literary Review 2012.

The following work is Copyright © 2016, and owned by ​Jack e Lorts and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Poem for a Friend of Richard Brautigan

My daughter’s
ex-father-in-law
was Richard Brautigan’s
best friend in high school
Richard actually
lived with them.

I understand Pete,
who’s about 80 now,
taught him
how to trout fish.
Pete’s a good man.
He’s been a
Disciples of Christ pastor
for fifty years,
a Diamond with Amway.
Richard knew he was
a good man, too.

I wonder if Brautigan
attended
the San Francisco
First Christian Church?
I doubt it;
maybe Glide Memorial.

 

 

 



⁣Chelsey van der Munnik
clvm306@gmail.com

Bio (auto)

Chelsey van der Munnik is a poet and university student studying psychology and writing in Plattsburgh, NY. Her work has been previously published in Broad!, Crack the Spine, and ZPlatt. She received the Hassler Award and the Robert Frost Poetry Prize from SUNY Plattsburgh.

The following work is Copyright © 2016, and owned by ⁣Chelsey van der Munnik and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Pool

I wear my pool skin
playing with you
I’ll hold you as you’re
floating eyes catch mine
Look at us

your pool skin on mine
gliding swimsuit
sticking between our
small bodies

we’re three feet deep
in each other’s blood
shot eyes
I knew then

my front crawl
your back stroke
could make one whole
pair of women