Clint Eastwood SunBy Lannie Stabile
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This spittoon of a day
claws into the sky & wrings out a heat index of 96 degrees We all do backstrokes in the pool of community sweat, heat strokes on the asphalt Like an ancient curmudgeon, the sun is hollering at us for existing Get off the lawn Use inside voices Bite your tongues and lips and hot ghosts It's a center of the earth kind of afternoon My Greatest Fear Is Turning Into My MotherBy Lannie Stabile
Lannie Stabile (she/her), a queer Detroiter, often says while some write like a turtleneck sweater, she writes like a Hawaiian shirt. A finalist for the 2019/2020 Glass Chapbook Series and semi-finalist for the Button Poetry 2018 Chapbook Contest, she is usually working on new chapbook ideas, or, when desperate, on her neglected YA novel. Works are published/forthcoming in Entropy, Pidgeonholes, Glass Poetry, 8 Poems, Okay Donkey, and more. Lannie currently holds the position of Managing Editor at Barren Magazine and is a member of the MMPR Collective. She was thrice nominated for Best of the Net 2019.
Twitter handle: @LannieStabile |