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Marianne Baretsky Peterson

Melissa Flores Anderson

François Bereaud

Margot Stillings

Roi Fainéant Press

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I’m not good for you– 
a woman gone mad 
from trying to find galaxies 
and painting the sky red with starfire 

good for you

James, stumbling home intoxicated from a party, quickly finds a mess that sister Hazel has been trying her best to cope with. It's revealed that the Madigan family has had some entanglings in old mobster issues, and the threat is arriving quickly.

MadHouse

(...)

and so hours pass in this silent calm– 
he looks on as another day dies, 
Helios climbing back into the divine;

sunlight incarnate

you sit in silence, 
ground moving beneath the soles of your shoes, beneath the tracks; cities rushing by, a blink of an eye–

(...)

to stand still and yearn to go

"You pat your hair down, put your glasses back on, and then take in the tsunami-hit wreckage of your wavy hair. 

The enormity of what you have done dawns upon you and you begin to panic."

Haircut; An Attempt At Something Significant

"I tasted summer on her lips. Cotton candy, chapstick, cherry Coke with rum. 

Her hands met the shorelines of my hips and I was done for. I would let Juliet crash into me any day, any night, whenever she liked."

Wish Upon a Satellite

An american football player finds himself struggling to think clearly and be who he once was.

Can't Take Everything

from "Aria for Need"

The night is a parched dog and I quench it, 
skate my feet so you will not hear me 


peel my toes from the kitchen’s stained linoleum. 
Skin: the first thing to catch and caution. 

The sudden way mine reddens a perfect tell.

"4 Poems"

"I came to town thirsty for all that it had to offer. 2007 Portland electrified me: 3 am seagull screams, cobblestone streets, exquisite graffiti, DIY culture."

Seagulls Circle and Scream

Swimming as Allegory for Living & Scar

"I wanted to see an alien so I drove out to Roswell, but they didn’t realize I was looking for them until after I left town. It was three days later, in a Doubletree in Nebraska, when the lights finally flooded my vision and the creatures came out...

Roswell/Nebraska

"But no number of prayers can save the damned,
and I’ve damned myself willingly."

Published in Roi Fainéant Press Mile 13 [April 2022]

Fire & Brimstone

"The George Frederic is located on a small side street called Fishamble which no Dublin local has apparently ever heard of. Ever. I mean no one. Don’t even bother asking. You’ll have better luck finding out how to locate the lost city of Brigadoon."

5 Stops on the Road to Ruin

can you stamp / out the cinders / extinguish the spine / can you kill /


each light / jimmy the switch 	 the dead / outlet	     suspended 

The Body on Fire Inside Me 

Her words echoed inside me each time I picked up my tinting brush and helped the dead impersonate the living, if only for a few hours of viewing. By then, my life revolved around impersonation, ...

sweet services

"I wished we could trade places. In the next breath, I didn’t. I didn’t want her in mine. Standing there, tongue-tied and incapacitated by insecurity and incompetence, not knowing how to navigate this."

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