June 21-27, 2010: Diane Elayne Dees and Kate Rebecca Charles

Diane Elayne Dees
dianedees@charter.net

 

Bio (auto)

Diane Elayne Dees lives in Louisiana Her poetry has appeared in a number of journals and anthologies, and has been read on national radio programs Diane also publishes Women Who Serve, a blog about women’s professional tennis Visit her on the web here: http://womenwhoserve.blogspot.com/

The following work is Copyright © 2010, and owned by Diane Elayne Dees and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


The Great Hayward and Obama Spills
(found poetry)

What the hell did we do to deserve this?
The Gulf of Mexico is a very big ocean;
the environmental impact of this disaster
is likely to be very, very modest I don’t think my job is on the line;
we’re sorry for the massive disruption it’s caused I would like my life back
.I made a hurtful and thoughtless comment Where legitimate claims are made,
we will be good for them

I have not spoken to him directly;
when you talk to a guy like a BP CEO,
he’s going to say all the right things to me I would love to vent,
I would love to just shout and holler,
.I’m thinking about this day in and day out,
But my main job is to solve the problem.

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Kate Rebecca Charles
katerebeccacharles@hotmail.com

 

Bio (auto)

Kate Rebecca Charles is twenty-three and has roots in Oxford, Brighton, Foligno, and Edinburgh; where she recently graduated with a Creative Writing Masters Her poetic and arts review blog is titled ‘bright-young-writing-thing.blogspot.org’ She is interested in and has worked extensively in live art and performance Her poetry and reviews have been published in a number of sources including Podapoda, Textualities, Duo, Leaf, Action Hero, and the Aesthetica International Creative Works Annual Kate will be at Edinburgh festival with Badac Theatre this summer, and will then be in China, in search of new poetry Her PhD will be at Sussex University.

The following work is Copyright © 2010, and owned by Kate Rebecca Charles and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

 

 

Tent

We hurled our shapes off rocks like gulls stoned
Pebbles knocked with the run
Silhouettes stun dark against sky
The sun staring on
On the flight out like loving kids linking limbs beyond sense
Only we were older
Screwing, half-hating,
A couple in the next tent,
Yelling keep it down
The next morning too and the next
You were pulling me down
That air-bed
Easy give and awkward swell
Rubber and night skin smell
In the airtight, hot lycra shine
I had not swum in so long
Bared my body to the public
So nervous of my manifesto
My proof self-evident
They would say as I waded
That is her
Every nook
But that week in a different skin
Sea cliff snake all dry grass and flicker
I’d shed back to one I’d thought former
But coming from the water wet, sunkissed.