mipo: a community chapbook
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a community of sorts...
Featuring
Melissa McEwenEdward NudelmanAmy GeorgeMichelle McEwenTerry LucasColeen ShinAdam Fieled
Art by
Jeff FilipskiLaura Orem
Didi Menendez
March 2009
MiPO
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tripping switches, riding the wake
on their own slick waves: angel, demon,
cloud, birdsong.Let the retros fire and park your rocket
in your own backyard right under
the shocking firmament.
Youll thank your lucky stars
for your sacred second messengers:
white hot, razor sharp,
cutting open your sutured eyes.
EDWEDWEDWEDWEDWARARARARARDDDDDNUDELMANNUDELMANNUDELMANNUDELMANNUDELMAN
EDWEDWEDWEDWEDWARARARARAR
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In Junior High School, I wantedto be owned
by a possessive
noun, owned by a nounproper,
the correct way: a hickeyon the face so the whole school could see
that you were his baby, like a wedding ring, like a tattoo
of his name on your left breast, like having
his baby and giving it his last nameor whole name if it were a boy, like
the girl who had all of the above
by the time she finished high school. I
remember in chemistry class
how the hickey on her cheek
shined under the classrooms light
like she was stung or bitten and we
all knew who did it. I couldnt look
away, wanted to possess it, peel it off
and stick it on me, study it
at home in front of the mirror
in the bathroom with the lamp
with no shade.
_________________________s Girls Girls Girls Girls GirlMELISSA MCEWEN
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feline friends in
field of red
Jeff
FIlipski
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I always caught the gleamof worry in your mother-eye
when I would run, unwashed/half-dressed,
through the kitchen and out the door
instead of pulling up a chairto watch, to take in the leveling
of baking powder, the separating
of eggs, the pounding of meat. Aunt Minnies
girls were there already taking turns
making whole dinners. But you neednt
have worried, I was always aware
of the ovens heat, quick and warm on the back
of my legs as I ran by it. No heat hasever come close to matching that heat
except maybe the heat of lovin and its
this remembrance that has finally
dragged me into the kitchen for keeps,unafraid even with the recollection
of daddy demanding his breakfast
RRRRRed Ved Ved Ved Ved Veeeeelllllvvvvvetetetetet
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Michelle
CakeCakeCakeCakeCakebe ready by the time he set foot on thebottom step. I have yet to master
that art: the art of turning big pots & cast iron
skillets into a dinner for four, but I can bake
my ass off: red velvet cake, golden
harvest muffins, banana nut bread. Your
mother-eye says men need real food. But
you dont know my men they skip meals,
prefer dessert.
McEwen
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Portrait of Blake
Pastel on paperDidi Menendez
Front cover portrait of Sina also by D. Menendez
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At Night,
All CatsAre Gray
LAURA OREM
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Beyond objectificationis an object of maleness
that admits to frailness.
I have this weird feeling
like I'm a xylophone
being struck repeatedly,
all some weird minor
scale, or a whipped cat...
a dreamer of pictures
could never have made
you redder. Or as much
of grass in your eyes asthere is. Or poignancy
of words meant to hurt.
All this is a way to flirt.
Yet your redness tells a
story of consummation,becomes the sine qua non
riveting me to black coffee.
RednessAdam Fieled
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Some Days
I Find MyselfSome days I find myself
sitting at my desk
for fifteen minutes without thinking
about dying.
Or about the sun,
the feverish sun hoisting itself up
the back-lit eucalyptus trees
outside my window, how its
malignancy even now is forming
a swilling tsunami, how one day
it will engulf the entire family
of squirrels racing along
the wrinkled bark, the dolphins,
elephants, beesevery violin
will scream as music melts,
Terry Lucas
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along with all the crumbled roads,
the massive missives writtenfrom sagging motel beds, golden
Gideon Bibles, packages of Trojans,
buzzing neon signs, naked candles
dancing behind brown luminarias
parchment, Mona Lisas smile, curled-up
toes of shoes in Salvation Army stores.
But tonight I watch the moons thin shadow
the way a child watches an abused mother
sitting at the kitchen table, half-lit
pock-marked scars shining like coins,
like runes, waiting for the fathers eclipse.
And now it is sleeting in the streetlights,
ice particles sighing through spaces
in the spaces, before the white noise hits
cement like tongues against teeth, or fists
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against a whorled-grained desk,
and I find myself again
thinking not so much about death,
but rather listening for the sound
of claws skittering up the eucalyptus trees,
fellow fugitives from the enormous fire
that gave us birth, even now flexing
flaring arms to embrace us.
Some Days
I Find Myself
Terry
Lucas
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I am writing the poem
that nobody wants...
the sentimental, mushy
one about the boy who
had a dog and who
lost his birthday balloon
and whose mean sister
pointed and laughed
while cartoon hornssprouted out of her head.
No editor cares that
it floated over a wheat field
in Kansas above lowing
cattle beside junked out carswith rusting skeletons,
burning in the echo of the sunset,
that two lovers watched
while holding onto each other.
They don't want to know
how it drifted like a cloudbathed in moonlight
as soft as a kiss or how the trees
reached out with arm-like branches
and snagged it.
It will hover for a while,
like a lost spirit,
then burst sometime
during the night,
just like my bubble
when I open the rejection letter.
AMY
GEORGE
The Poem That Nobody Wants
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This publication is an online community chapbook.
Listen to the poems while you flip through the pages.
2009 Created by Didi Menendez
2009 MiPO Contributors
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