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Winter 2016 Issue

For Crows and Old Men By Denise DiMarzio

Winner, 2015 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.
The same cloth has lain for years over the table in the kitchen
where he sits in a white T-shirt, his chin greasy from gnawing
the chicken crooked in the hollow between finger and thumb, bones
piled on a tin pie plate…

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It’s Getting Late for Brussels Sprouts By Denise DiMarzio

Winner, 2015 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.
Glorious for weeks now, pale leaves shining green,
and at last the smallest of sprouts appearing —
sitting tight like tiny Buddhas on the stalks…

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There Are Things Which Need Fixing By Elisa Díaz Castelo

Second Prize, 2015 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
The old man’s hunch, the broken rib,
the lingering cough, the arm in a cast,
the ingrown toenail.
There are things that need fixing!

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Ode to the Radiator By Elisa Díaz Castelo

Second Prize, 2015 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Called back
from sleep
and stilled,
I hear you…

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In Defense of Goldie Locks By Jeanne Wagner

Third Prize, 2015 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
The social worker says She’s not quite a sociopath, though she does have a problem with boundaries. I say she’s only a child, young enough to play house,..

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Self-Portrait as Kurt Cobain’s Childhood Wound By Elizabeth Knapp

First Prize, 2015 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
If I were Kurt’s childhood wound, what would I look like? The speaker stares off into the middle distance and tries to imagine Aberdeen, mid-seventies, a flaxen-haired kid who would become the next rock legend, and not the gaping hole of his left eye socket…

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Self-Portrait as Kurt Cobain in Drag By Elizabeth Knapp

First Prize, 2015 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
In this self-portrait, Cobain is the personification of the speaker’s rage. His dressing in drag represents the gender fluidity the speaker feels 90% of the time, although this may be the result of exposure to certain polyurethane products,..

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Spring 2015 Issue

A Young Person’s Guide to Philosophy: I Think Therefore I Am, A Round-Up By Barbara Ungar

Second Prize, 2014 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
 
    Thales said the world floats like a log on endless water.
All things are full of gods.
                        Anaximander said we evolved from fish…

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Chicago By Barbara Wuest

Farthest was the horizon, then the Lake, Lakeshore Drive, closer still the zoo, its camels wandering inside the fence, then the steamed-up glass of the conservatory, and closer still, the windows of the suite on the 16th floor where two lie together….

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The World Recast by Flash Cards By Donald Levering

First Prize, 2014 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
And when I came to
in that blasted wilderness
blurry and paralyzed
I had no words for who or where I was….

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