Word of Mouth September 2: Laura Solomon




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NEXT READING SEPTEMBER 2nd
FEATURED READER: 
LAURA SOLOMON



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"The End of Patience" - Alx Johns





"The End of Patience" - Alx Johns

The crock pot is staring straight ahead,
with a fat, shell-shocked face:

logo eyes, nose of knob set on low,
brain of lean beef,
cooking slow.

Electric poet of
metal and clay skull.

Me, I'm made of
what you're thinking is meat,

my brain the fatty part, perhaps made more
interesting by the fact 

that I'm interpreting
cooking like this,

and that I once considered for hours  
which part of myself I would eat first
if I were starving to death.

I settled on my uncommon calves.

Slow cooked,

they could supply 
loads of protein.

"The Mourning of Three Wasps" - Gregory de Rocher




"The Mourning of Three Wasps" - Gregory de Rocher


The first one buzzed
all around me, wildly, in crazed orbits,
even after I gently shooed it away.

I was filing the top of an ill-fitting door
so Fran├žoise could press into service the old cupboard,
which had since become useless.

The wine-colored wasp closed its tight circles
and stung me behind the knee
where my Bermudas offered no protection.

I swatted it down to the deck and stomped,
once, yet again, to make sure,
and returned to my filing, happy to be useful around the house.

Then I saw it.

A walnut-sized nest with a lone wasp
perched in a determined six-legged stance
on its papery flower anchored to the cabinet wall.

What to do?  Let Fran├žoise do the dirty work?
I severed the sole foot supporting the nest.
It fell to the shelf, but the wasp

clung, all the more determined, to its threatened home.
Another swipe of my rasp whisked it out of the cabinet and onto the
deck.
My shoe delivered another fatal blow.

But when I lifted my foot, sorrow swelled my throat.
I saw a single tiny egg oozing from its swaddling
the two wasps had been hell-bent to safeguard. 

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NEXT READING AUG 5th
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