October 24-30, 2011: Ian Ganassi and Ivan Klein

week of October 24 – 30, 2011

Ian Ganassi and Ivan Klein

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Ian Ganassi
ILGanassi@comcast.net

Bio (auto)

Ian Ganassi lives in New Haven, Connecticut. His work has appeared in many literary magazines, including, most recently, Octopus, Sawbuck, Skidrow Penthouse and Fogged Clarity. Visit him on the web here: http://thecorpses.com/

The following work is Copyright © 2011, and owned by Ian Ganassi and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Prophetic Laundry List

Sneaking up on life’s little mysteries,
Assuming there are any secrets to keep.
One last straw will see us on our way.

The bend in the road could only
Take so much speed before it broke.
If I were a carpenter and you approached me

With a lit match and an insurance policy…
One guy left alone on an apple crate waiting
For the freight to pull in with its burden.

The past is a musty
Warehouse full of cardboard boxes
Bearing illegible labels.

Movies that were scary a few decades ago
Are now only oppressive, or even funny.
The flagellants wore hoods

Resembling those of the Ku Klux Klan.
Winter was settling over the world
Like the feeling of having just gotten up.

The fragrance of meat roasting
In the oven made it impossible to sleep.
The wall knew the means of the fence,

The stockade fence,
Falling asleep at its post.
A voice in the wilderness calling.



Ivan Klein
starfirepress@yahoo.com

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Author of Alternatives to Silence and the recent chapbook Some Paintings By Koho & A Flower Of My Own. His poetry has been published in Flying Fish, Leviathan, Long Shot and other magazines and was profiled in the January 2011 issue of The Forward. Lives in downtown Manhattan and is currently working on a study of Primo Levi in prose and poetry.

Visit Ivan on the web here: http://www.starfirepoetry.com/

The following work is Copyright © 2011, and owned by Ivan Klein and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

White Poem

I ask the Lord for mercy
on me & my rainbow shadow
white on white

the unadorned wall
unspeakable to the
un-nameable that is
no place

Lord have mercy

Ghost shadow admiring itself,
appraising its chances,
before it disappears

Lord have mercy