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VERNON FRAZER AND MICHELLE GREENBLATT
Vernon Frazer has published eight books of poetry and three books of fiction. His work has appeared in Aught, Big Bridge, First Intensity, Jack Magazine, Lost and Found Times, Moria, Miami SunPost, Muse Apprentice Guild, Sidereality, Xstream and many other literary magazines. His most recent works are the long poems Avenue Noir and IMPROVISATIONS, the now-completed work which he introduced in his 2001 reading at the Poetry Project. He is married and lives most of the year in South Florida.
Michelle Greenblatt is a student at Florida Atlantic University and is the new co-poetry editor of "mprsnd". Her first book brain:storm, will go to press at the beginning of December (Anabasis Press). She has been published or will be published in these magazines this year: AUGHT, Zafusy, BlazeVOX, X-stream, Word for/ Word, Admit Two, Haggard & Halloo, elimae, The Anemone Sidecar, LitVision, Generator Press, Unlikely Stories, Big Bridge, and Frank's Home. Her third chapbook (X-press(ed)) will appear in December as well. Michelle will be spotlighted in the February/March 2006 issue of 63 Channels.
Winging Through the Deadly Night
Hostage
perimeter central vexation gutters
the pits of ancient remorse where
shredders
LOOM
insensate. Temporal
shadows hijack
hazel light
of
simmering inundation fetters
snatching homilies from plural vestiges
FLAUNTING
bivalve
cuspidors which
swell like city blocks in summer heat
&
energy density dehorts simile, blackbirds
as winging
through the deadly night,
they long
for metaphorical exhortation
run from
grinning extortion batteries
idly storing
a horticultural surcharge--
Water breaks over the
blackness--
where, whetting the flavor of my
own body
mercilessly,
yearns an italic for a taste of your mercy,
its metallic sweat an ionized comfort begging
through pangs of reciprocity, wet tongue
on dry knife
sliding between
the creamy
passion blades
of her uninterrupted legs--slathering slime
of ancient bitumen pits across voluptuous pituitary submissions,
gathering grandly, yet urgently as
you ride
astride
my anthracite cries in
penitence
and joy and sometimes wake hard
between my thighs past
my thermonuclear
threnody (the
choir for
a formless blue self,
the remains of the passion
to salvage straining)
mercurial vapors
rising
toward renascent nomenclature, a
slow tide, and the
breaking brackets of
a terrible sweetness --since
every minute falls faster as enumerated shadows move into a lit corner of
gossamer
ambiguities, its gravity
reveals overtures, a
low aside
aches and crackles above unbearable needs, a
cackle in the dark chases a racing clock past
time 's
deathly dimensions
the flavor
of sickly syrup indents
another inward sun towards
a flood of lightning bolts
clawing at
their replete measure beneath the hitch of a sub gum harness, a treasure deleted among dolts frightening for their dim forbearance,
a pawing disruption no word can savor,
except for the juice
leaking its disruption
as their pleasure's blood,
black and brilliant, cindery to the
touch, a diminutive saffron, a deliberate cerise, the
familiar spirit of the place rests upon stooped shoulders and
rankled reproduction of
fantasian
replicas, cranky
as
wet
tinder lacking
testy
its
ruddy
batons to feed them
toward
intuitive
graces,
motion
leaving
charged
their
detestable bandits
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