Ruth Guilbeau ruthgilbo@embarqmail.com Bio (auto) Ruth Guilbeau writes in Kingsport, TN and is the administrator of Poets Contest Corner, a weblog dedicated to the encouragement of poets and their craft. | | |
The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by Ruth Guilbeau and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Old Motown In a spotlight before millions Michael took off his glasses disclosing once adolescent eyes that mirrored our cold, vacant, street corners For a moment those bleak jip-jivin’ days slid forward as they do when Motown memories come whirling down around us in fleeting, broken quarter notes like the snow that fell below the streetlights that we leaned on, cussed out and reached to dim. |
Chris D’Errico clderrico@hotmail.com Bio (auto) Born in Worcester, Massachusetts, I have worked as a line cook, a doorman, a cheesemonger & an exterminator My poems have appeared in various journals & magazines, in print & scattered throughout cyberspace Offcenter Press published my poetry chapbook “Debris Of Hearts” in 2007, Virgogray Press (virgograypress.blogspot.com) published my chapbook “Vegas Implosions” in 2008 I front the harmonica-heavy, experimental funk/blues project “Sidewalk Beggar” (www.myspace.com/sidewalkbeggar) I live in Las Vegas, Nevada with my wife, Tracy. | | |
The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by Chris D’Errico and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author. Pop Song Substance in the fluff Luscious confectionery grace Getting fatter, saturated with your sweetness Tart sheen of sunlight through pineapple shades Crispy mint-vanilla sheets And the double chocolate blankets The marshmallow pillowcases with toffee-nougat inside And the strawberry stitching, the watermelon mattress Peppermint box spring with lemon-lime skirt So I have an appetite problem The filling between us is so scrumptious Let’s float effervescent across caramel canyons Slurp through the cream of a thousand Sunday sundaes Your cherry melting center, your cocoa-butter hands And even if the world only lasts fifty licks, sugar Let’s eat each other up Before my insides go sour and you rot my choppers away
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