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 Apr 2014 Daniel Magner
brooke
In this dream I
couldn't get my
running shoes on
and I could see you
driving away, I chased
you through the alderwood
mall parking lot and got lost
in the brush trail that doesn't
exist, knew that if I took this
shortcut, my dream would lose
you so I aimlessly searched
between the cars, pulling
shoulders belonging to
blank faces, the sun
was setting and it
was getting dark
I woke up in the
light and wondered
why I'm still looking
for
you
chris.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 Apr 2014 Daniel Magner
Emma B
i love
volcanoes

even mighty man
cannot halt the flow
of molten earth
the plume
of ash and fury
no roads, no condominium
will be constructed
on the pile of
untouchable mountain
I love volcanoes because they stay virtually untouched in a world where humans have touched most everything
 Apr 2014 Daniel Magner
Morgan
Waking up with a stray guitar pick
Weaved in between my sheets and
my comforter,
I feel like a poem
But I'll still roll over
to face the wall,
I'll feel his eyes burning holes
Down my spine
And I will whisper
Again
That I am quitting this time
Quitting love
And quitting art
He'll laugh
And climb from my bed,
"Ah. The two things most likely to **** you"
He'll say
And he'll be right
But I'll keep dying here
Anyway
 Apr 2014 Daniel Magner
brooke
Prom.
 Apr 2014 Daniel Magner
brooke
on the county road
123, horizontal to my
window pane, it runs
along the dry grass
and some teenage
boy rolls down it
his bass a hushed
thump in the night
he's the bump in the
night, and his taillights
leave red streaks in the
black.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014.
 Apr 2014 Daniel Magner
brooke
up here the wind blows with fists
never felt it this heavy, so heavy
the car tips and I jostle in my seat
sounds like thick palms slamming
against the windows and I look out
towards the mountains where a line
of thin grey cloud settles across the hills.
we are in a valley and the wind hurls
itself down the crests and heaves into
the middle of town with it's fat belly,
rushing in plumes up my skirt and
lifting my hair in tendrils, all tendrils
always tendrils.

it blows me away.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 Apr 2014 Daniel Magner
Coop Lee
shapeshifter, son drunk
& changing skins.
he digs up skeletons of a spanish battalion
buried
by tigers on the garden key.

suncresent
spray of blood & oranges.
new-fangled sailors once soaked
in madness.
now just starvation.

the viking speaks:
in limericks of new world poise.
his antler woven mask,
set nicely upon the shore.

seod, turtle lord
of space & time, appears only once
every lunar eclipse. bound by treatise
to the jellyfish triumvirate.
his acolyte,
bolivar t. shagnasty,
wanders the mainland in search of water
or meat of trees.

kindness
of men turns to dust & belly worms.
forgotten, the plants mutate
into root-rich empires
of fish & figurine.
million year armistice.

dr. samuel mudd,
shackled years to tide-slab &
fort jefferson. he
purifies the island of its yellow
shivering death.
hospital key.

fastforward hundred plus years
through mudd lifeline:
battle weary sneakers,
spokes sung by strum of card, the bmx
stridden boy & his
teenage mutant ninja turtle mask.
previously published in Whole Beast Rag
http://www.wholebeastrag.org/dry-tortuga-1869/
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