Announcing Kind of a Hurricane Press's First Annual Poetry Contest!

SUBMISSIONS FOR THE 2013 KIND OF A HURRICANE PRESS EDITOR'S CHOICE POETRY AWARD ARE NOW OPEN!

First Place Winner gets $200 (US)  Payable via PayPal

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A Poem by Perry L. Powell

Our Collections

 

We started our collections with the

impasse and set our endowment in

sour satin.  We mounted the byte chariot into

moonlight and let the dead worm fatten.

 

We praised the lump in the bend of the

neck and tied a corset round the coral

jury.  We let the panorama fall strangely

silent and the square vent its fury.

 

When the syllable magnetized the encoded

caravan, not a gap refracted its darkening

value.  But the pedestal equipped in taller

increments as all the panpipes went askew.

 

While the tropical family stood nonplussed in

rain, not a dining frog withdrew a quiet

slap.  As the overflow and metric

garment dropped to a rambunctious lap. 

 

 

 

Perry L. Powell is a systems analyst who lives and writes in College Park, Georgia. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in A Handful of Stones, A Hundred Gourds, Decades Review, Haiku Presence, Indigo Rising, Lucid Rhythms, miller’s pond, Mobius The Journal of Social Change, Poetry Pacific, Prune Juice, Quantum Poetry Magazine, Ribbons, small stones, The Camel Saloon, The Credo, The Foliate Oak, The Heron's Nest, The Innisfree Poetry Journal, The Lyric, and Turtle Island Quarterly.

 

A Poem by Marianne Szlyk

Catalogue Poem (Anthropologie, May 2012)

Convivial Midi
Between Lines Maxi
Mythography Mini
Sunny Repose (black)

Paradox Dress
(gray and white polyester, $210)

Leaps and Bounds Cardigan, Dark Grey

Sanguine Slingback Heels
Orange
A single bud adorns Sacha London’s
sky-high peep-toe shoes
with great aplomb.

Blue
Abundance
Necklace

Beaded
Day
lily
Clip

Ch
eck
out

 

 

 

Marianne Szlyk is an associate professor at Montgomery College Rockville and an associate editor of the Potomac Review.  Several poems of hers have appeared in Jellyfish Whispers.  Other poems of hers have appeared in Of Sun and Sand and Blue Hour Anthology Volume Two.

Two Poems by John Pursch

Lopped Itches

Aftosa fuses onto postal tongues

in grazed luddite metronomes, 

proffering worm ornery down 

urgent alley mosquito hires, 

cruft hinging oafs to sticky 

crow quips, furled incisively.

 

“Cram estimable fester sheiks 

what felt editorial shape knacks, 

swarthy love astute unfounded milt aware,” 

Penelope grain hoof et tweeze tine bagel 

imitation sawdust comportment squabble.

 

“Yeast, hit’s whiling bullish 

spouts of raisin droop, 

licking floors of oars 

in sunken sequins, 

thwacking bauble tour phlegm!” 

Bunky chastely rasps, knotty 

Venn timing migraine dams 

when enemy hens connive 

toucan a vernal situation 

pomade for three, frowsy 

inter alia waddling, 

emitting lopped itches.

 

 

 

 

Aching Aloud

Heed the titrated otter’s watery tribunal eyes before hive mentality erases the alligators from alluvial mentions of gumption and latitudinal anguish, pressed to varicose booties for playtime deities on nameless skeet coroner sheets of grassy carousels, driven to dribbling by hoarse beatitudes. 

 

Splotches crocheted by gaudy iguanas in seething behest establish additional plumber humps from falling trouser commissary heaters, swearing haughty cisterns of huffy efflorescent teapot feet, scorching tabled integument with surreptitiously placated camshaft bricks, eating audibly. 

 

Proxies intimidate cloaked events from aching aloud, shaving blurred cemeteries at drowning pole slides, kindling idiomatic synchrony for ossified seduction’s glacine semester bonk. 

 

Creaming stoned toenails with femoral lipstick gaggles, punchy slugs elaborate on dappled lancer steeplechase gloom, exposing polio olio in prawn retinue beach laments, soothing musty overboard tire irons before inducted tactile tallies can limp to brunch. 

 

Moody blarings repeal salary haddock in pendant billows below orchestral gymnastic sleet, healing causal shamrocks on eiderdown elastic pleasure suits, munched and rosy. 

 

 

 

 

 

John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. His poetry and fiction has appeared in many literary journals. His most recent book, Intunesia, is available in paperback from White Sky Books at http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/whiteskybooks . He's @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.

A Poem by Mike Cluff

Border Crossings

Cakewalking across the Ohio
dividing safe from death
every winter storm gets worse
fragments of nature's anger
grinding and pushing down the
hope that bubbles up
in any immigrant's soul
justice for none of color
kelp would never survive this far north
lynchings do
many, too many times over.

Nips, neverstopping, of arctic cold
overwhelm those who are weak
putting them under bloody ice floes
quickly, without qualms
remorse is a quality some people
seldom display to those who are not
their own
unless utility is rationalized via
viscious impluses burbling up
without compassion with
xylophones producing cacaphonies
yammering  "repression, drawing and quartering, tar and feathering" upward to the
zenith of haughty, horrible hate
always growing, mutating
beatitudes of the master's, master race's religions.

Mike Cluff is a writer living in the inland section of Southern California. He is now finishing two books of poetry: "The Initial Napoleon" and "Bulleted Meat"-- both of which are scheduled for publication in late 2013/early 2014. He believes that individuality is the touchstone of his life and pursues that ideal with passion and dedication to help the world improve with each passing instance .He also hopes to take up abstract painting in the next several months.

Two Poems by Christina Murphy

Summer Reflections

 

A particular boardwalk painted blue

challenges the sky for supremacy

 

afternoon suns heat the sands

and carry the sounds of children

 

splashing in the water

as small waves break

 

over a tan shore mottled

with bits of sea shells.

 

Time here hangs devoid

of impact or purpose

 

sunbathers are statues

in a gallery of sea life

 

there is no need to remember

and much desire to escape

 

the life that is marked by

mundane tasks and full necessities

 

the sun will keep all secrets

and only whisper to the stars

 

that nothing escapes the ordinary

orbits of space and time

 

not the heart, not the mind,

not even the sun, the sea, or the planets

 

held steady in the embrace of the universe

and the tempestuous calls of the infinite

 

 

 

 

floating rooms

 

floating rooms of clouds

work of the snows; 

light slowly muted  

a flock of spirits

adrift

in a blizzard of darkness 

indistinguishable from prophecy

 

 

 

 

Christina Murphy’s poems have appeared in a range of journals and anthologies, including, most recently, Cease, Cows, Chicago Literati, and Dr. Hurley's Snake-Oil Cure.

 

 

A Poem by Mike Cluff

Alpha Order

Jokes caused panic
killing the nectarines and
lilies lying between
Millicent and Nestor
neutered by his lack
of advancement,
progress towards their
quotient of castigation.

Radishes growth in lieu of the ratcheted
stench of atrophy
true and being tried
unendingly betwixt Omar and Pauline,
vases are then visited by vultures
waiting and wanting their liquid
xenophobic
yearly revitalized by decaying
zebras, broken, unstrung zithers and
asters fetid in
backyards covered with clover and
dandelions.

Evangaline become both Millicent and Pauline's new names
future lives to be admonished
slyly under the edict used at
hallucinations and hootenannies
indeed by ill-timed gestures,
jesters and jokesters.

Mike Cluff is a writer living in the inland section of Southern California. He is now finishing two books of poetry: "The Initial Napoleon" and "Bulleted Meat"-- both of which are scheduled for publication in late 2013/early 2014. He believes that individuality is the touchstone of his life and pursues that ideal with passion and dedication to help the world improve with each passing instance .He also hopes to take up abstract painting in the next several months.