May 21-27, 2012: Walter Ruhlmann and Samantha H. Weiner

week of May 21-27, 2012

Walter Ruhlmann and Samantha H. Weiner

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Walter Ruhlmann

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Walter Ruhlmann was born in 1974 in France. He currently lives in Nantes where he works as an English teacher. He has been publishing mgversion2>datura (ex-Mauvaise graine) for over fifteen years. Walter is the author of several poetry chapbooks and e-books in French and English and has published poems in various printed and electronic publications world wide. He is a 2012 Pushcart Prize nominee for his translation of Martine Morillon-Carreau’s poem “Sand début ni fin, ce rêve” published in the January 2011 issue of Magnapoets. His blog

The following work is Copyright © 2012, and owned by Walter Ruhlmann and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

The Visa

We had this car which brown colour reminded me of hazel nuts
or my daily chocolate cup – yet slightly lighter, remember?
More like the puddles of water
crowding the paths around the hood.
The various patches erosion carved each time it rained
or pissed
or poured
down over this green landscape.

The car was square just like the one in a child’s sketch
with an aerial sticking out
looking like some uncanny branch
a mark of exclamation speech
a blade of tin
aluminium or steel.

My dad drove that car everyday
to go to work,
and we also climbed into it – the four of us – the family
when we had to meet the grannies.

Going up there in Bray county
also meant visiting the cemeteries.
This car I loathed so much then became
my best of friends, my only need
for there was nothing I detested more than
stepping in the damp Norman weather
to wander in the alleys around the cold, dark marble stones
marked with the scary faces
and covering the bodies of
dead people I did not even know.

 Samantha H. Weiner

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I am a writer from Plainview, Long Island, New York. I enjoy writing poetry and short stories as well as doing arts and crafts. I have a B.A in English.

The following work is Copyright © 2012, and owned by Samantha H. Weiner and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Ode to My Allergies

Morning breaks and I start coughing
A sign of what’s to come
My nose runs the Boston Marathon
No stretching beforehand, it just takes off
Looks back at me, the great Sphinx
And runs further away
Until right before the finish line
It slows down and backs up
Glues itself in place
And causes a traffic jam in my sinuses…

I open my mouth to speak
Only nothing comes out
I haven’t a voice
And I admit to some that’s a blessing
I clear my throat
I sound like a cat hacking up hairballs
I take a Benedryl, which completely knocks me out..

I wake up and I start coughing again
And then one eye starts to itch
I take a tissue and dab it
Waterfalls emerge from my tear ducts
As if my heart had been broken
Onions look at me and start to cry
Someone asks me “what’s wrong?”
To which I reply with a hefty sneeze
And they answer their own question
“Oh it’s just your allergies.”