Three Poems from your editor, April Salzano

Out of Thin Air

I must choose my words, carefully
and quietly, so they do not hear me coming
with a butterfly net and a straight jacket.
I am diving up/through loose threads of sleep.
Neither will not come willingly & Both/
is too heavy for me to lift//on my own, what
goes unhomogenized will settle at the top
to be skimmed/from another dream.

 

I Will Rise Above

Hallelujah cliché

I sing as I

rise

           to sky,

palm balls into fist,

          body into air

in my dance

of mending.

 

 

here i am inside

[jackpot]

of your mouth

(w)hole/home

dish liquid/dreams

lubricate/domesticated

fuckery//

 

obsolete breed (less

obscure) monkeys see

dildos do/the trick & quick

before anybody comes--

money shot//

 

faceful of miracle

(whip)

 

 

 

April Salzano teaches college writing in Pennsylvania where she lives with her husband and two sons. She recently finished her first collection of poetry, for which she is seeking a publisher and is working on a memoir on raising a child with autism. Her work has appeared in journals such as Poetry Salzburg, Convergence, Ascent Aspirations, The Camel Saloon, Centrifugal Eye, Deadsnakes, Montucky Review, Visceral Uterus, Salome, Poetry Quarterly, Writing Tomorrow and Rattle. The author also serves as co-editor at Kind of a Hurricane Press.