Author: phoebejournal

Shooting Script

Karyna McGlynn   I like to yank necklaces from women’s throats. I am unconcerned whether I break the clasps or the women. A spray of pearls in the sunlight. No comment. I smoke in the same...

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Omphal*OS

Joe Pan Shangri La La La Lollipop   O Williamsburg! Burg of adventure & bowling! Of vendors too stoned/whatever to serve! O industrial hamlet of innocuous dissonance, the hipster elite,...

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Saint Morissey

Cathy Park Hong after Omar Fast   When I listen to you, I feel heroic. I drink gin that tastes like gasoline and hear Mama roja in the toilet. I am the heir to nothing in particular. I want love...

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Calle Regina

Stephen Brown To view a .PDF version of this poem, click here.  Stephen Brown was born in 1976.  He attended the University of Waterloo in Ontario and Athabasca University in Western Canada....

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SHIKELLAMY HILL

G.C. Waldrep   if not, less expert:     elm-riven: light floods iteration’s domicile:   how would you describe:  as paraph,    signature: strapped to winter’s gurney, its compound...

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LINDEN HALL

G.C. Waldrep   cathode lift:   flock or arrow’s fletch:   matutinal: in gothic sprawl: ablation murmurs: notched, the heart opposes:   image: unction:   Zeno’s proctored ogive:  ...

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Arg*OS

Joe Pan   Odysseus Teaches One of His New Dogs to Say ‘I Love You’   Arrrr! O, arrrr! O, raw scar! How you ore our iron ire, ogre of Troy. Ere your errors, our ears were ewes wanting of...

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Phoebe 42.2, Spring 2013

2013 Contest Winners Greg Grummer Poetry Award  Judged by Dean Young Winner: Annie Christain, Villagers Chop Them in Half, Thinking They Are Snakes Runner-up: Maggie Millner, Squalls Winter...

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The Foot

Ryan Habermeyer Winner, Fiction Contest   A foot had been uncovered from a sandbar the night after the solstice. Nobody was sure how long it had suffered there in anonymity as it had been found...

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Villagers Chop Them in Half, Thinking They Are Snakes

Annie Christain Winner, Greg Grummer Poetry Award   "Come not between the Dragon and his wrath..." King Lear. Act I, Sc 2 "He thought the Beatles were witches flying on broomsticks from hell." –...

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