G. Louis Heath Iowa Gourmet Coffee Shop Nose rings in poetry slam meet seed caps in pinochle game. G. Louis Heath teaches at Ashford University in Clinton, Iowa.
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Seth Berg: “Blue Jays”
Seth Berg Blue Jays They fight like street brawlers painted periwinkle, coniferous punks prettied up for a house show packed with posers. Seth Berg is a hot-sauce-addicted artifact-maker who has written a couple contest-winning poetry collections, Muted Lines from Someone Else’s Memory (2010) and The Aviary (2016) and fathered two munchkins named Oak and […]
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Brent Goodman: “Discovery Channel”
Brent Goodman Discovery Channel Whale dreams chart our Earth’s curve. Brent Goodman is an MFA poet turned haiku poet turned invisible poet living in Wisconsin’s Northwoods with his foldable mountain bike and three rescued cats.
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Brent Goodman: “Last Exit North”
Brent Goodman Last Exit North Between this, the forest’s shadow, and dream . . . trillium. Brent Goodman is an MFA poet turned haiku poet turned invisible poet living in Wisconsin’s Northwoods with his foldable mountain bike and three rescued cats.
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Howie Good: “Early Buds”
Howie Good Early Buds Slow footsteps stop just outside the door: anti- terror units in half- face masks and bulletproof vests. Howie Good‘s eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards.
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Abigail Johnson: “American Insomnia”
Abigail Johnson American Insomnia Sweet sleep, I know you the way that a blind man is said to know the moon Abigail Johnson is a student at the University of Virginia, and when she is not writing, she particularly enjoys drinking miso soup and identifying moss.
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Brad Rose: “Bee, Erratic”
Brad Rose Bee, Erratic It’s not your sting I fear, nor the frenzied crush of your yellow thrashing, but your faithless hoverings— nearer to me, than I am to myself— until, like the electricity of sudden shock, you flit to some other unsuspecting Poppy, whose pretty nectar you imagine far sweeter than my unswerving, dulcet, […]
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Kristina England: “Black and White”
Kristina England Black and White If I told my three-year-old nephew, the earth is square, he’d believe in rotating corners, the edge of the world, and bounce plastic boxes instead of balls. Kristina England lives, writes, hikes, and sails in Worcester, Massachusetts.
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