From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Apr 1 09:33:33 2012 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 1 Apr 2012 12:33:33 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] LAURA THEOBALD Message-ID: THE RIVER NORTH you can’t imagine dying for a cause. nothing is pure. when i began to follow the river north everywhere i looked she picked up her bags looking north. the synchronicity, she said looking. yes, i said. *Laura Theobald* is a recent graduate in literature and creative writing from the University of Tampa. She currently works various jobs and lives in Atlanta. Her works have appeared on *plain china, Glass Mountain, Quilt, movingpoems.com, *and most recently in a collaborative piece titled "these sentences are not a poem" in *Typo Magazine.* -- RealPoetik www.realpoetik.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Apr 8 06:39:14 2012 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2012 09:39:14 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] LAURA THEOBALD [Part Two] Message-ID: CLUTCH we drove to a space a long clearing where the towers could be seen busily all-reaching up in white glory across in gloom ready. that was all. traffic slowed mightily in the wake. for a moment all together held. for a moment so ready to be crushed. *Laura Theobald* is a recent graduate in literature and creative writing from the University of Tampa. She currently works various jobs and lives in Atlanta. Her works have appeared on *plain china, Glass Mountain, Quilt, movingpoems.com, *and most recently in a collaborative piece titled "these sentences are not a poem" in *Typo Magazine.* -- RealPoetik www.realpoetik.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Apr 15 07:55:49 2012 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2012 10:55:49 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] SOPHIA DAHLIN Message-ID: SPAWN OF MYSELF I am Sophia Nonesuch Paragon. So it befell. I go to sleep with bare arms on— Am unbeleagured by the sun (My windows sleep with curtains on) I don’t expect a gun Nor does the gun expect a Nonpareil. No neighbour knows my fridge. None ken my morning smell. I take my tea with oxygen. I take my bear with tarragon. Nor fear the orphanage. Born from a hexagon— Doomed like a hermit to her shell— I undilute the woods of hermitage. I am Sophia Nonesuch Paragon; of What, I Cannot Tell. *Sophia Dahlin* is a poet who lives in Oakland. She has a chapbook, *Come On *, and a website,www.mightierthans.wordpress.com. You can find her work in * Vanitas* this spring and *Eleven Eleven* this summer. -- RealPoetik www.realpoetik.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Apr 22 07:29:45 2012 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2012 10:29:45 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] MARCUS SLEASE Message-ID: ROMAN RUINS (special thanks Philip Whalen) a hand in the bush is worth two in the pocket reared on nuts brushed by a horseʼs tail that cold clean temple thunder descends from mount Asama the lemon tree is heavy all the fuses are blown *colder and colder* *the sun also shines* a tarnished candle stick *other things are perfected underground* * * *onions and parsnips and diamonds* *let**ʼ**s have those* * * * * * * *Marcus Slease* was born in Portadown, N. Ireland in 1974. He has published widely in North America and Europe in such magazines as: La Granada, Cleaves, Octopus, Conduit, Diagram, Hayden's Ferry Review, Forklift Ohio, Columbia Poetry Review, Talisman, and Past Simple. His latest collections are: *from Smashing Time* (miPOesias Chapbook 2012), *Hello Tiny Bird Brain*(Knives Forks and Spoons 2011), *Balloons* (Deadwood Press 2011), and *Godzenie* (Blazevox 2009). Currently, he lives in London and teaches travel writing and ESL at Richmond American University. He blogs at Never Mind the Beasts: www.marcusslease.blogspot.com. -- RealPoetik www.realpoetik.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: