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Russell Brickey (Boardman, Ohio) has collections out from Wild Leaf, Spuyten Duyvil, and Aldritch Book.
The following work is Copyright © 2016, and owned by Russell Brickey and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
How Monstrous the Sunflowers
Bearded sun-eyes lunge at the garden.
How momentous the wind
The reign of white muddy feet
What Time Means
There is no way the young bison
For months I carried grit
Despite your best efforts,
A dragon wades to the sea shore.
Eventually the sea will win.
Glaciers calve hearts of ice
Nothing beautiful, nothing terrible remains.
So familiar it frightens us both.
Robert Wynne sends greeting from the abstract wastelands of Endicott, New York. He is a firm believer in writing as catharsis, and in the need to continuously search for an unattainable and constantly evolving absolute truth. His latest collections are Approximate Wilderness (2016 Flutter Press) and A Nation of Assholes With Guns (Scars Publications). All pertinent facts about his life are buried somewhere in his writing. Visit John’s blog here.
The following work is Copyright © 2016, and owned by Robert Wynne and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Cargo Shorts in Peril: The Button Speaks
The cheese is noticeably frowning
only the roof of your mouth
keening low at your waist, hot fat
into a light brown puddle
but this is the meal that will finally
like any sacrifice made to stave off
and I land face down near your shoe,
What walks down stairs, alone or in pairs?
Silver spring casts no shadow
on the nose of the curious dog
the coil stretches like a worm
into a future where Sea Monkeys
face off red vs. blue, one always
it wears no shoes, kisses no frogs,
as it slides smoothly away
Running from Writer’s Block
But my shoes are mismatched:
and a Marvin the Martian slipper.
I am no longer allowed to enter
that elective knee enlargements
as I hobble forward, announcing
with a bad sense of humor.
a melting out of business sale.
and squelch that hot, bright bulb
that guards the Queen, particularly Brian
in the dugout during a blowout win.
in favor of distance and new shoes,
to avoid the inevitable. Words fail
another envelope with a Rejection.
until you can’t run any more, write
The Cosmic Eclipse Tomato
Indigo and dark green, impressionistic orb
that creation myths are still being written.
like a vegetable God, painting thin skin
to world after world: deep red and green
in a Solar Flare, orange speckles
they flower into such sweet bruises,
to the salad sitting silent, stunned.