Picaroon Poetry - Issue #3 - July 2016
Our third issue of Picaroon is a bucketful of doom with a dash of gloom, drinking to excess, love, loss, gardening, and fast food. Modern life is every bit as absurd as you might not think it is. Featuring work by Siegfried Baber, Carrie Redway, Bethany W Pope, Adam Phillips, Seth Crook, Mackenzie Dwyer, Vincent Frontero, Jane Burn, Richie Brown, Noel King, Pat Edwards, G.B. Ryan, Heath Brougher, Daniel Blokh, Susan Castillo Street, Glen Armstrong, Brett Evans, Steve Lambert, Hugo Esteban Rodriguez, Lindsey Lucas, Chris Hemingway, James Croal Jackson, Grace Kearney, Bernadette Gallagher, and Ben Banyard.
Our third issue of Picaroon is a bucketful of doom with a dash of gloom, drinking to excess, love, loss, gardening, and fast food. Modern life is every bit as absurd as you might not think it is.
Featuring work by Siegfried Baber, Carrie Redway, Bethany W Pope, Adam Phillips, Seth Crook, Mackenzie Dwyer, Vincent Frontero, Jane Burn, Richie Brown, Noel King, Pat Edwards, G.B. Ryan, Heath Brougher, Daniel Blokh, Susan Castillo Street, Glen Armstrong, Brett Evans, Steve Lambert, Hugo Esteban Rodriguez, Lindsey Lucas, Chris Hemingway, James Croal Jackson, Grace Kearney, Bernadette Gallagher, and Ben Banyard.
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Shrooming with Germ<br />
Steve Lambert<br />
In the early morning, the good ones off at school,<br />
my cousin and I head for the cow pasture behind his trailer park.<br />
They’re all over, and we know how to find them:<br />
pick the thick grey ones and pop the stems,<br />
wait for purple to appear along the stringy break.<br />
We know the way we know Columbus sailed the ocean blue.<br />
But we’ve forsaken that kind of learning for field work.<br />
In the undulant green, at seven in the morning, we dodge<br />
doe-eyed calves, steer clear of their vigilant mothers,<br />
Kick dry patties at each other, like feckless fieldhands.<br />
While our friends pledge allegiance to the flag, we load<br />
our sacks with psilocybin and head back to his place,<br />
parents gone, and eat a couple caps each, make tea,<br />
our own ignorant alchemy, the only high we can afford.
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