tends to fidget with his thoughts in the hope of laying them to rest. He has
managed to lay them in a number of literary magazines including Enhance, Drunk Monkeys, Speech Therapy, Thousand Shades of Grey, Turbulence, Torrid Literature Journal and The Rusty Nail, amongst
Robert Demaree, a retired educator, is the
author of four collections of poems, including Mileposts (2009), published by Beech
River Books. He has had over 550 poems published in 125 periodicals, including
The Aurorean, Avocet, Cold Mountain Review, Dead Snakes, Foliate
Oak, Louisiana Review,The Louisville Review, MediaVirus, miller’s pond,
Schuylkill Valley Journal, Tipton Poetry Journal and in the 2008 and 2010
editions of The Poets’ Guide to New
Hampshire. He lives in Wolfeboro, N.H., and Burlington, N.C.
I have published hundreds of poems over the last several
years in print journals and online.I live in the same small town where I grew up.I work for the government but don’t like
to talk about it.I have a cherry
tree and two grapevines in my back yard and several pesky rabbits.Recent poems have appeared or are
forthcoming at Camel Saloon,
Horror.Sleaze.Trash., and Word
I’m going to clean the apartment, today, I say to no one
I walk from room to room in my pajamas.
The cats follow.
I’m going to clean the apartment today, I tell them.
One of them runs away, the other just meows at me.
She doesn’t believe me.
I wander from room to room, stopping to wipe
stray cat litter off my feet.
I stare at the piles of books and papers, the chicken
I watch small bits of errant cat hair slide over the desert
But I am. I’m going to get everything up and clean.
I’m going to scrub the floor,
the walls, the ceiling. Everything.
All the clothes will be washed,
the dishes sparkling.
It will be like a new place.
and then when I’m done,
I’m going to push the books out the window
and then the pictures and paintings.
I’m going to hurl every dish we own out onto 75th street
and listen to cars run them over with a satisfying crunch.
Then our bed, our dresser, everything. Last the couch.
I’m going to leave everything sitting on the sidewalk
and close up the windows.
Then I can lay down on the cool floor,
in an empty apartment
and try not to think about the next couple of months.
The dark space that is the fall.
Afterwards, I’m going to write this poem.
And I’m going to send it to you.
Or at least I would, if I could find any paper.
Ally Malinenko is the author of The Wanting Bone (Six Gallery Press).
Her second book of poems entitled Crashing to Earth is forthcoming from
Tainted Coffee Press and her first novel for children, Lizzy Speare and
the Cursed Tomb is forthcoming from Antenna Press. She currently lives
in the part of Brooklyn the tour buses don't come to and rambles on and
on over at allymalinenko.com
Séamas Carraher was born in Dublin, Ireland in 1956. He lives on the
Ballyogan estate, in south County Dublin, at present.
Recent publications include poems in Carcinogenic Poetry,
Naphalm & Novacain, The Camel
Saloon, ditch, Bone Orchard Poetry, Istanbul Literary Review and Pemmican.
Previously his work has been published in Left Curve (No. 13, 14 & 20),
Compages, Poetry Ireland Review, & the Anthology of Irish Poetry.