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  November 2013
volume 10 number 2
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  Lynn Albanese
  Jonathan Beale
  Michael Caylo-Baradi
  Charles Claymore
  Christiane Conésa-Bostock
  Flavia Cosma
  Gareth Davies
  Diane Dehler
  Maurice Devitt
  Tyler Dupuis
  Sabrina Edwards
  Neil Ellman
  R.M. Engelhardt
  Rebecca Gimblett
  Jeffrey Graessley
  John Grey
  James Hall
  A J Huffman
  Lee Mason
  Deborah McCreath-Akbar
  Tom O'Reilly
  Angel Uriel Perales
  Frank Praeger
  Kevin Ridgeway
  Walter Ruhlmann
  Howard Sage
  John Saunders
  Allen Taylor
  Sarah Thursday
  Philomena van Rijswijk
  Daniela Voicu
 
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Diane Dehler
November 2013
   

 

bio


art by paradoxius

    Diane Dehler is a poet known for her postmodern lyricism who has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. She received a degree from the Creative Writing Program at San Francisco State University and has been published in numerous poetry journals & five anthologies. Most recently her poetry has appeared in, The Munyori Literary Review, Pirene's Fountain, Edgar Allan Poet, Deep Water Literary Journal, The Taj Mahal Review, Truck, Cultural Weekly, Artemis Journal & The Criterion: An International Journal in English. She has poetry forthcoming in The Lummox Journal, Fjords Review and The Mas Tequila Review.

   

 

Children of the Poppy

A small boy abandoned on a freeway,
intersection Hades/five miles Hell/next exit.
Morning sun does not breathe on this child.
Children of the Poppy: some stolen some
abandoned, some dead.

Midnight on its toes, promise of a surge
greater than self. An offertory bless the
vein that craves for death is dark and nods
a dreamy head. A wicked refrain complete
with jail cell strip search overdose.

An image of four young comrades poised
while waiting, and the little one only eleven
cant hold up his head. The others make the
finger while humming alive with pulsing
night hour jazz.

Ruined children stained teeth shattered heart,
History purges them. Plastic bag snaps open,
knife chops & some wine some die some fix.
Chance holds the Queen of Hearts under an
abandoned indigo sky.

copyright 2013 Diane Dehler