YOU WERE LATE by Juan Pablo Duboue
Juan Pablo Duboue was born in Mendoza, Argentina and studied at the Teacher Training College to become a Teacher of English as a Second and Foreign Language. Currently working on his Masters thesis on the poetry of Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton, he works as a teacher, interpreter and translator. Duboue has had poems featured in The Main Street Rag, The Criterion, Veil: Journal of Darker Musings and Brev Spread, among others.
FRUSTRATION by Gale Acuff
Gale Acuff has had poetry published in Ascent, Ohio Journal, Descant, Adirondack Review, Coe Review, Worcester Review, MarylandPoetry Review, Florida Review, South Carolina Review, Arkansas Review, Carolina Quarterly, Poem, South Dakota Review, Santa Barbara Review, Sequential Art Narrative in Education, and many other journals. Acuff has authored three books of poetry: Buffalo Nickel (BrickHouse Press, 2004), The Weight of the World (BrickHouse, 2006), and The Story of My Lives (BrickHouse, 2008). Mr. Acuff has taught university English in the US, China, and the Palestinian West Bank.
ONE SAVES ONE by Robert Crisp
She was reading Sophist: an Intrigue
when he came barreling toward her door,
laughing about all manner of inappropriate
things like: a lady’s undergarments,
the unmentionable Aunt who lived in a cave,
the absolute hairiness of solitude unbroken
for a year’s worth of egg shells and potato skins.
“Come, now,” she said and shed her veil,
that sparkly, ocean-soaked fabric separating
her from the Land of the Living Lost,
a place she once called home but now ran
from every sacred chance she got–
and believe me, she got a metric ton of chances
which she never took for granted, God bless her.
The man at the door wizened up and curled
into a question mark on the doorstep,
bleeding from his efforts, ignoring his shattered
bones and splayed skull from which leaked
words destined to for a worm’s diet unless
she acted–which she did, and swiftly!–
saving them both from a certain kind of ruin.
Robert Crisp hides out in Savannah, GA, where he teaches and writes poems as often as he can. Learn more at http://www.writingforghosts.com.
FOR SALE: SKULL CHALET
We’ve had enough foresight
the orgies in hottubs
fake legs under glass
Christine’s bleak prognosis
long, lean and the drug stream.
We wanted to sleep for the first time or die
play clown w/our cloud cramps
the woman’s face in the clock
and snow’s right on time
in the prim Wunderkammer
smashed sheetcake and stars
and adventure map for incentive.
The twin’s slather us sad
the mustached one holding
a curse or a bourbon
green magic blood fingers
the red slope of ketamine.
The brown-eyed Susan charms
on the choker and garter
belong to the little girl
finely chopped in the suitcase
no vodka to mix in wet panties incendiary.
We’ll go cry on the ski lift until we feel something
covered in bruises from threshold to thruway.
Jessie Janeshek’s chapbooks are Spanish Donkey/Pear of Anguish (Grey Book Press), Rah-Rah Nostalgia (dancing girl press, forthcoming, 2016), and Hardscape (Reality Beach, forthcoming, 2017). Her full-length collection of poems is Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010). An Assistant Professor of English and the Director of Writing at Bethany College, she holds a Ph.D. from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville and an M.F.A. from Emerson College. She co-edited the literary anthology Outscape: Writings on Fences and Frontiers (KWG Press, 2008). You can read more of her poetry at jessiejaneshek.net.