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Better Than Starbucks March 2020
Better Than Starbucks March 2020
Better Than Starbucks March 2020
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Better Than Starbucks March 2020

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The Interview: James D. Casey IV & Five Poems. Featured Poems: Gail White, Puma Perl, Hadi Panahi, Ndaba Sibanda, Jeanne Shannon. Nikki Grimes. Free Verse: J. Tarwood, Lisa Rhodes-Ryabchich, Judith Kelly Quaempts, Timothy Robbins, & more. Haiku: Jason Ringler, Robert Beveridge, Devin Harrison, Kenneth Cahall, & more. Formal Poetry: Richard Wakefield, Jared Carter, Kathryn Jacobs, Jennifer Reeser, & more. Free Verse: Ciarán Parkes, Emily Tsai, & more. Poetry Translations: Catherine Chandler, Joris Lenstra, Chris O’Carroll, & Michael R. Burch. Poetry for Children: X. J. Kennedy, Renée M. LaTulippe, Kenn Nesbitt & more. International Poetry: Kushal Poddar, Fizza Abbas, Kalyani Bindu, & more. African Poetry: Ikechukwu Obiorah, Ngozi Olivia Osuoha, Symon Maguru, & more. Poetry Unplugged: Tom Merrill, Nels Hanson, Barbara Daniels, & more. Experimental & Form Poetry: Ashby McGowan, Pamelyn Casto, Ethan McGuire, & more. Fiction: Kevin P. Keating, David Dobbler, and Judith Kelly Quaempts. CNF: Fred D. White.
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PublisherLulu.com
Release dateFeb 28, 2020
ISBN9781678177386
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    Better Than Starbucks March 2020 - Better Than Starbucks

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    Copyright

    Copyright © by Better Than Starbucks. All rights reserved.

    This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

    Contributing authors retain copyright to their works.

    First Printing: ISBN 978-1-67817-738-6

    Editor in Chief Vera Ignatowitsch

    Founder & Publisher Anthony Watkins

    Section Editors:

    Suzanne Robinson (Free Verse)

    Kevin McLaughlin (Haiku)

    Susan McLean (Poetry Translations)

    Robert Schechter (Poetry for Children)

    Copy Editors:

    Elaine Wilburt, Christy Burbidge

    Cover Image:

    Orchard Bordered by Cypresses, 1888

    by Vincent Van Gogh (1853–1890)

    Table of Contents

    Five Featured Poems

    Formal Poetry by Gail White

    Free Verse by Puma Perl

    Haiku by Hadi Panahi

    African Poetry by Ndaba Sibanda

    Experimental Poetry by Jeanne Shannon

    Bullet-proof Backpack by Nikki Grimes

    The Interview March 2020

    James D. Casey IV by Anthony Watkins

    Five Poems by James D. Casey IV

    Free Verse Poetry with Suzanne Robinson

    Haiku with Kevin McLaughlin

    Formal Poetry with Vera Ignatowitsch

    Free Verse Poetry with Vera Ignatowitsch

    Poetry Translations with Susan McLean

    Poetry for Children with Robert Schechter

    International Poetry

    African Poetry

    Poetry Unplugged

    Experimental & Form Poetry

    Fiction

    The Pietà of Saint Blaise by Kevin P. Keating

    More Fiction

    Roman Candle by David Dobbler

    Flash Fiction

    Final Season by Judith Kelly Quaempts

    Better Than Fiction!

    This Is Your Captain Speaking by Fred D. White

    From The Mind of Anthony Watkins

    Contributors to this Issue

    Five Featured Poems

    Editor’s Choice

    Formal Poetry

    The Last Speaker of Akkala Sami

    (Marja Sergina, the last known speaker of Akkala Sami, spoken in villages on Russia’s Kola Peninsula, died on December 26, 2003.)

    I didn’t mean to let it slip away,

    but when there were no reindeer to be fed

    or children to be called, the words began

    to fade. It was too easy just to speak

    my second language. For a while I used

    Akkala Sami in my prayers. I thought

    it must exist because God wanted it,

    so he would like to hear it. Now I know

    that God can do without a lot of things:

    Kola, the reindeer, all my people, me —

    and when I’m gone the words will all be gone,

    unless the sounds are somewhere, like the light

    of long-dead stars. But now I think the words

    will die with my own voice, and that ends that.

    The last one who will hear it is my cat.

    Gail White is the resident poet and cat lady of Breaux Bridge, Louisiana. Her books Asperity Street and Catechism are available on Amazon. She is a contributing editor to Light Poetry Magazine (lightpoetrymagazine.com).

    Publisher’s Choice

    Free Verse

    The Way the Lights Hit Bodega Alley

    Summer light hits metal gate in Bodega Alley

    The vets play cards and the women drink beer

    Old-school hip-hop blasts from speakers in the park

    Kids run through the sprinklers, screaming

    as cold-water hits burnt skin

    The closest they will get to an ocean this summer

    When they’re old enough to ride alone

    They’ll F train to the next to the last stop

    Get off at the parachute jump

    If the steel doesn’t get them first

    The elderly push by in walkers

    Heads leaning left

    Touching shoulders

    I walk with Diva the Wonder Dog

    Talk to her out loud, sometimes,

    forgetting if I talked to anyone else

    today or yesterday or last week

    Oh, yes, there was a phone call

    Somebody wanted something

    Forgot what it might have been

    We search for the Ding Dong truck again

    But there is only the icie cart man

    whose flavors all taste the same

    Lemon, no different from rainbow or coconut

    We circle back through Bodega Alley

    A short woman, barely reaching my waist

    Stops me, asks if I speak Russian

    She needs to find the supermarket

    I don’t need language to point in the right direction

    I don’t need the summer light to see

    the bullets and knives that built

    the chairs in Bodega Alley

    The Ding Dong truck is gone for the day

    Vanilla and chocolate taste the same.

    Puma Perl is an award-winning poet, writer, and journalist, with five solo collections in print. The most recent is Birthdays Before and After (Beyond Baroque Books, 2019). She performs regularly with her band, Puma Perl and Friends.

    Editor’s Choice

    Haiku

    Three Haiku

    Hadi Panahi is a PhD student from Tehran, Iran. Hadi is in harmony with his environment and shows the depth of a cow’s gaze.

    The barn,

    the humid air,

    and the gaze of the cow

    Throwing a few stones,

    our hands hurting,

    calm is the sea

    A Summer noon,

    the male lion yawning

    in a zoo cage

    (This haiku’s first two lines set up the third with great dramatic effect. —K. McLaughlin)

    Hadi Panahi

    Publisher’s Choice

    African Poetry

    Whirling in the Open in Bulawayo

    Outdoors in one worthy season

    Barbequed meat and all — served

    Babies crying, smoke one reason

    But their feasting moms unnerved

    Beautiful happy souls hooked on meat

    Roasted to perfection, what a delicacy

    Without Afro-music the party is incomplete

    Bulawayo, a fabulous food haunt and fantasy

    Ndaba Sibanda’s poems have been widely anthologised. He is the author of The Gushungo Way, Sleeping Rivers, Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing, Football of Fools, Cutting-edge Cache: Unsympathetic Untruth, Of the Saliva and the Tongue, and Poetry Pharmacy.

    Publisher’s Choice

    Experimental Poetry

    Escape to Taos

    Come and write

    Where magpies chatter in the trees

    and blind bees gather in the orange-glory flowers

    in Taos

    New Mexico

    where houses fly away toward Cassiopeia and Orion

    One-bedroom

    (airs and voices in the summer woods

    residual and enduring

    guest house

    illusion of moving water)

    wireless

    the blue floor of evening hovering.

    Internet

    Bell sounds and the cool

    transparent notes of Ming Shu flowers.

    fireplace

    Nothing of permanence quite remains:

    fire flicker, tremble of flame

    large portal

    everything in transition.

    Why do we suddenly remember?

    grassy grounds

    The age of memoir requires a memoir journal,

    with apple trees    flower beds    sycamores

    droll stories cutting through the world

    like knives through butter.

    First published in At the Horizon Line.

    Jeanne Shannon grew up in Virginia and now lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico, where she writes poetry, memoir pieces,

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