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Lark Beltran, originally from California, has lived in Lima, Peru for many years as an ESL teacher. She and her Peruvian husband alternate between the capital and two other cottages in the mountains and jungle. Many of Lark´s poems have appeared in online and offline journals.
The following work is Copyright © 2017, and owned by Lark Beltran and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Nothing poetic moves
Wine In The Desert
The night I camped
Darren C. Demaree
My poems have appeared, or are scheduled to appear in numerous magazines/journals, including the South Dakota Review, Meridian, New Letters, Diagram, and the Colorado Review. I am the author of six poetry collections, most recently "Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly" (2016, 8th House Publishing). I am the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology and Ovenbird Poetry. I am currently living and writing in Columbus, Ohio with my wife and children. Visit Darren on the web here.
The following work is Copyright © 2017, and owned by Darren C. Demaree and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Trump as a Fire Without Light #22
Let me put it another way. We’re imagining hope. We’re imagining Ohio. We’re forced into belief. We only see the threats, the tension, and the titles of his lists.
Trump as a Fire Without Light #24
Strained faces and clutching each other, how awful all of these holiday cards will be this year. Look into the blackened corner, the creeping soot has an eye for mother and father sees it. Look into the blank fireplace. How is this happening? At least the children are smiling. They believe every rustle to be that of Santa Clause. Their only worry is that all of the doors are locked at night now, and what if there is no backup plan?