Picaroon Poetry - Issue #2 - May 2016
Welcome to our second issue of Picaroon Poetry, where we have sideshows and mussels, taxidermy, the many facets of aging, ancient history and current political commentary (albeit in an eerie, off-kilter setting). Featuring work by Mark J. Mitchell, Angela Croft, Stephen Bone, Kiley Creekmore, Beth McDonough, Demi Cybulski, Kymm Coveney, Kate Hodges, Hilary Hares, Finola Scott, Carol Gloor, Charles W. Brice, AE Stueve, Stephen Daniels, Jovan Jakic, Pru Kitching, Mab Jones, Mary Imo-Stike, Holly Magill, Marilyn Francis, Joanne Key, Faye Boland, Laurie Kolp, Bethany Rivers, and Broc Riblet.
Welcome to our second issue of Picaroon Poetry, where we have sideshows and mussels, taxidermy, the many facets of aging, ancient history and current political commentary (albeit in an eerie, off-kilter setting).
Featuring work by Mark J. Mitchell, Angela Croft, Stephen Bone, Kiley Creekmore, Beth McDonough, Demi Cybulski, Kymm Coveney, Kate Hodges, Hilary Hares, Finola Scott, Carol Gloor, Charles W. Brice, AE Stueve, Stephen Daniels, Jovan Jakic, Pru Kitching, Mab Jones, Mary Imo-Stike, Holly Magill, Marilyn Francis, Joanne Key, Faye Boland, Laurie Kolp, Bethany Rivers, and Broc Riblet.
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In Pursuance of the Shiny Things<br />
Kiley Creekmore<br />
With pursed lips.<br />
Purse lips?<br />
No, that’s not what I said,<br />
although my purse has swallowed a cat before, and some<br />
shiny lighters from the Pub at the End of the Universe, (no, I<br />
don’t smoke, but you never know when you might need to<br />
start a fire) and ketchup packets (I hate ketchup) for people<br />
that don’t have homes, and plastic silverware wrapped in<br />
plastic (why is everything plastic these days?), although, once<br />
my purse ate actual silverware, and the clanking reduced me<br />
to really quiet walking (because this was before everything<br />
was plastic and I ate at cafes that had real forks that wouldn’t<br />
break if you accidentally stabbed your finger while eating real<br />
biscotti because you forgot to dunk it in your coffee cup that<br />
was not styrofoam), and so many napkins (because I had a<br />
home, but could barely afford rent), but after my purse ate that<br />
cat I was reduced to feeding the purse with tin cans (ah, but it<br />
was nice to hear that clanking again) to feed the cat.<br />
So the cat would purr.<br />
And I guess nobody says pursed lips anymore.
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