Keith Nunes the woebegone days Her casual callousness halved my weight, changed the tone of my voice, frightened off my friends and decimated my serotonin. Keith Nunes struggles daily with whatever comes after waking up.
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Poems
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Keith Nunes: “I said what!”
Keith Nunes I said what! Everything’s at stake when you leave the tight security of sleep and appear downstairs among the rubble of last night’s truth-telling rampage. Keith Nunes struggles daily with whatever comes after waking up.
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Steve Klepetar: “Diamond Sky”
Steve Klepetar Diamond Sky We found ourselves beneath a sky we couldn’t recognize, one made of waves undulating in the night like the diamond belly of a snake, until we heard sirens calling us to huddle in the basement of our fears as something passed over, a shadow without shape that swept us out to […]
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Steve Klepetar: “Incongruity”
Steve Klepetar Incongruity On the neighbor’s car four decals: a stick figure humping the word IT, a screw up against the letter U, a skeletal hand with its middle finger raised, and from the cross, a mournful Jesus staring down. Steve Klepetar lives in Saint Cloud, Minnesota, next door to some neighbors who will never […]
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Cody Badaracca: “Poetry”
Cody Badaracca Poetry Scattering the words into the high caverns of my skull, I mince through, looking for ones that shine and try to make sense of them the way Creole-hoodoo-mystics read fortunes in coffee dregs and paprika, or crazies pick out secret government messages in cereal commercials. Like Bigfoot and aliens, Cody Badaracca […]
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Cody Badaracca: “Carpenter’s Lament”
Cody Badaracca Carpenter’s Lament “MOTHER #**#$%!! THIS @$*! I SWEAR THIS #$$$ $%% AND ##@ %^ YOU’LL $&% $#$$ %#%!!!$##%!!!” ( “Lo, for I know the pain of the hammer that misses its mark.”) Like Bigfoot and aliens, Cody Badaracca is out there, somewhere, waiting.
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Ian Willey: “Faculty Development”
Ian Willey Faculty Development Seminar It’s possible that the woman sitting in front of me has never been told, or observed on her own, that the three moles on the back of her neck look just like Orion’s Belt, as seen in the southern sky in the wee hours of a chilly autumn morning, when […]
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Ian Willey: “Like Father, Like Son”
Ian Willey Like Father, Like Son Asked what he wanted to be when he grew up my son answered, without looking up from his drawing, that he’d either be a pilot or a Triceratops, which made our guest laugh, but not me, because I’d thought more or less the same thing when I was his […]
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