Picaroon Poetry - Issue #13 - September 2018

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Kasey Shelley Hard Work When the boy texts you to cancel your date, saying you’re hard work, say “OK”. Say “Thank you”. This will confuse him, obviously. He will expected to respond with “How?!” “Why?!”, starting an argument, thus proving, you are hard work. When he writes back “what for?” you do not respond. When he texts you the next day saying “ah hun, babe” you still do not respond. He has already given up on something that did not have the chance to begin. Besides, you like men. Men who know what they want and go for it. Men who do not masquerade their own insecurities in yours. So your hard work because your walls are higher now than they were at what, sixteen? Well he should now be taller, than he was at sixteen. When you threw over a rope and he still refuses to climb. He is not worth it, not worth your time. You are not hard work. You are hardworking. You survive every day in this world. Through work, home, love, loss. Through your own mind. “You are hard work” Four words that will spur you on and give you more energy than Honey Boo Boo’s go go juice. So write the poem. Sing the song. Get the fucking promotion. Work hard and become a better you. For you. One day someone will come to the wall. And before you even offer to throw the rope they will be scaling. Scaling brick by brick to get to know you better. Because you are worth that. So when the boy says you are hard work, say “Thank you. Thank you very much.” 40
Pru Bankes Price Almost a Love Letter Memory is the proud treasure of wounded hearts - Marcel Proust Dear Joe Do you remember? I gave you a porcelain eye, smooth-shaped, with milky gaze it stared from your palm reflected itself in your eyes. You closed your fingers around its sleekness closed your mind against questions strung between us. Today technology winks from my desk reminds me of that long-ago gift and landscapes plotted by a deserted petrol station your desperate bluegrass banjo strum night time murk of Boulters Lock. I remember you well but don’t think of you that often. 41
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Page 5 and 6: This Month’s Rogue Poems ● Sept
Page 7 and 8: Sue Kindon Plague The inner sill is
Page 9 and 10: Attracta Fahy These Are the Days wh
Page 11 and 12: Darren C. Demaree bone requires bon
Page 13 and 14: How long, Oh Lord, until it suddenl
Page 15 and 16: Karen Little Supper Time When she o
Page 17 and 18: You wander back home, your mind num
Page 19 and 20: your sloppy sweater falls off your
Page 21 and 22: Linda Stevenson Profile Temporary p
Page 23 and 24: Emma Lee Naming the Colours “My f
Page 25 and 26: Bethany W Pope (Dirty) You are a ki
Page 27 and 28: Kristin Garth Entertainers They pla
Page 29 and 30: Sally Kidd Exploration I stayed up
Page 31 and 32: Thomas Tyrell A Frightful Ballad of
Page 33 and 34: And then Old Boyce took up his lamp
Page 35 and 36: Jude Cowan Montague A Morncoat Trou
Page 37 and 38: Darrell Petska A Short History of C
Page 39: Douglas Cole The Doghouse You’ve
Page 43 and 44: Tobi Alfier Out of My League in Hon
Page 45 and 46: Michelle Hartman Ode to October a b

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