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  April 2015
volume 12 number 1
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April Salzano
April 2015
   

 

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photo by mauricio alejandro ramos

    April Salzano is currently working on a memoir on raising a child with autism and several collections of poetry. Her work has been twice nominated for a Pushcart Award and has appeared in journals such as The Camel Saloon, Centrifugal Eye, Deadsnakes, Visceral Uterus, Salome, Poetry Quarterly, Writing Tomorrow and Rattle. Her first chapbook, The Girl of My Dreams, is forthcoming in spring 2015 from Dancing Girl Press. The author serves as co-editor at Kind of a Hurricane Press.
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Living Walls

A house can make a promise
to dismantle itself, screw
by screw, brick by brick.
I did not believe in curses
spoken by the inanimate,
until switch plate covers fell
to countertops, leaving their licorice
of exposed wire. So much vulnerability
in a room without baseboards, windows
naked of trim. Simply leaving it vacant
did no good. Time stopped
until my return, then the cupboards
relieved themselves of doors.

copyright 2015 April Salzano