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Winter 2017 Issue

The Other Mutants By Buckley & Ott

The bottom of Jacinto’s feet could suck up
the carpet lint, hinting at a career in janitorial
services, the promised spot at Xavier’s School

for Gifted Youngsters swapped for a space at
Ignatius’ Academy for the Otherwise Talented…

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What My Mother Meant to Say That Night By John Sibley Williams

First Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Because men do what they want to
do, & the night just keeps skimming
quarters from the till…

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Places We Visit Once, & Never Again By John Sibley Williams

First Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Not the whole house, just the bed-
room where a dead boy still has not
quite died. Humming from posters…

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The Singing By Faith Shearin

The cottage had been built by my great grandfather
who sat alone, in the shade, dressed in work boots
and overalls…

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Francis Glessner Lee By Faith Shearin

She loved miniatures: made tiny replicas of rooms
that captured her imagination, recreated
the stiff chairs, the oil paintings of angels,
a pair of wire-rimmed glasses on a bedside table….

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Food Haiku By Joan Harris

Winner, 2017 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.
Boiling water poured
over fresh ground coffee beans…

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Solastalgia By Heather Altfeld

Second Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
This place can break your heart says Phil Levine,
describing the soft light of eucalypti, the barking quail,

the overbearing odor of orange blossoms
at his home in California….

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The Making of Men in the American Wild By Heather Altfeld

Second Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
You see it everywhere, in snippets and batches,
at the grocery store, in the bleachers during Little League,
but this morning it is as though I have been called to witness
the ritual of a remote tribe….

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The End of Mythology By John Sibley Williams

First Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
We didn’t know enough to be afraid
of ifs & buts & what some men do
at night out of boredom or under the
banners of their gods…

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In the Era of Biological Annihilation By Dante Di Stefano

Third Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Pen the giraffe inside the zoo of your poems.
Bury your poems in the mouth of a tree frog….

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