(Photo by Ann Wright, Plymouth, IN)
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IN THIS ISSUE:
Sara Bickley (West Carrollton, OH)
Salvatore Buttaci (Princeton, WV)
Rosemary Foster (Bloomington, IN)
Antoine Hayes (Baltimore, MD)
Amanda Hillenburg (Sherbrooke, QC, Canada)
Megan Milligan (Las Vegas, NV)
Matt Tuckey (Manchester, England)
Sara Bickley (West Carrollton, OH)
Salvatore Buttaci (Princeton, WV)
Rosemary Foster (Bloomington, IN)
Antoine Hayes (Baltimore, MD)
Amanda Hillenburg (Sherbrooke, QC, Canada)
Megan Milligan (Las Vegas, NV)
Matt Tuckey (Manchester, England)
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Editor's Note:
Love is in the air.
That's right, airborne-- shit got real.
Call the CDC.
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Matt Tuckey
Silent Treatment
What is she thinking?
Her silence speaking volumes
How have I fucked up?
Serengeti
Hyenas scrounging,
Like ruthless, gathering flies
On rotting gazelle
All I Am
I am just a man
With a disability
I’m not a genius
Matt Tuckey
Silent Treatment
What is she thinking?
Her silence speaking volumes
How have I fucked up?
Serengeti
Hyenas scrounging,
Like ruthless, gathering flies
On rotting gazelle
All I Am
I am just a man
With a disability
I’m not a genius
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Salvatore Buttaci
married but at war,
once a year they declare a
valentine's day truce
you promised me love
would mend my heart, but I was
treated and released
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Rosemary Foster
Dearest professor--
I hope that's chalk on your crotch.
You're super creepy.
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Sara Bickley
Psalm thirty-nine, verse
eleven (or thirty-eight,
twelve) — two translations:
God is a clothes moth,
ravenous for wool; our lambs
are resacrificed.
God is a spider,
sucking back our gossamer,
spinning in reverse.
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Amanda Hillenburg
Single white preacher
Loves long walks by the fountain
Sluts need not apply
Show me your glory
And by that I mean titties
Care for my number?
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Antoine Hayes
Flawless*
I lack nothing, but
The ability to know
What I am lacking.
*from Hayes's 100+1 Haiku
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Megan Milligan
Freddie Mercury Haiku
Freddie Mercury
Overbite larger than life
Like his vocal chords.
Roadkill Haiku
Little dots of fur
The side of the road littered
With bunny pancakes
A Cold Haiku
Cold November wind
Caresses my body like
A rough lover
Whispering tender
Terms of endearment in
My frostbitten ears.
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Megan Milligan
Freddie Mercury Haiku
Freddie Mercury
Overbite larger than life
Like his vocal chords.
Roadkill Haiku
Little dots of fur
The side of the road littered
With bunny pancakes
A Cold Haiku
Cold November wind
Caresses my body like
A rough lover
Whispering tender
Terms of endearment in
My frostbitten ears.
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February 2011 AWESOME SAUCE: Matt Tuckey
The Gale
Hard wind bends the tree
Old man stoops, grips walking stick,
Standing, defiant.
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Though we love you all,
we would love you even more
if you would put out.
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