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John Tustin graduated from nowhere, edits nothing and has no awards. He is currently displaced from his New York City home and houseless in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina and his poetry is forthcoming in Poetry Pacific, Your One Phone Call, Bare Back Magazine, Newtown Literary Review and others. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry is a link to his poetry online.
The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by John Tustin and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Blame the Sky
Every morning when I look up
And I don’t know whether
The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by Tim Wenzell and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
I wasn’t certain of square roots and things
Sister Joseph eyed my crouch right away,
A is easy, ones and two times twos
Wait this isn’t fair to think so much more
and Sister sends you to the coat room
Through the partition window
It smelled like suffocating camphor
“Sister get me out of here