Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Eighteen
Winter 2008
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From Arsenic Lobster Poetry Journal, Issue Fourteen Summer 2007
Ted Lardner
Like August swallowing red-checked tablecloths, the final days of July, in the trees the sound of cicadas rose in the air and stayed, and the wheelchair in which Ted was pushing the old man back from a walk outside, sun on the man's hair, on the freckles on his neck, on the bare arms from the sheer sleeves of the summer shirt snaking, all of it, when they came to the hill, all of it went over-- suddenly, the man, the boy, the chair the cancer the visor shading the man from the sun, the sun, all of it plunged. Ted could never hold it back. So he did what you would do. In the plastic grips on the handles he made a prayer, and ran with it. The man in the chair, his checked hands folded in his sunken lap, he was done praying, so down they flew.

Julie Strand
Julie writes poetry that reflects family, place and other atmospheres. Most of her time is spent working and learning at Woodland Pattern Book Center in Milwaukee, WI where she is the Education Coordinator. Her poetry has been published in Wicked Alice, Arsenic Lobster, Rock Heals (A Narrow House Weekly), and WOMB Poetry. Her chapbook The Mae West Defense is forthcoming in 2009.

From Arsenic Lobster Poetry Journal, Issue Fifteen Winter 2007
Carina Gia Farrero
Carina is a lecturer at the University of Flensburg, Germany. She is a poet and performer and received her MFAW from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. She was once part of the tiniest circus in the world.

From Arsenic Lobster Poetry Journal, Issue Sixteen Spring 2008
Brenda Mann Hammack
Brenda has not been tormented by monkey demons after drinking too much green tea. Nor has she collapsed into primordial goo despite writing about fictional characters who do. She is currently revising a verse novella in which a twelve year old child runs away from a house that is part museum, part mausoleum in order to rescue a Humbug (a chimerical being forged of cat, owl, and dragonfly). The protagonist is pursued by wolf-sized hunting cats as well as three temperamental gargoyles (Scritch, Vesper, and Hob). Dr. Hammack has never seen these creatures during waking hours, but has glimpsed them skirling about in pleasant nightmare.

Susan Slaviero
Susan writes about dismemberment, existentialist funerary images, peyote dreams, and the absence of color. Her hobbies include hunting for geoduck clams and whittling gravestones from bars of Ivory soap. She can peel an orange with her feet. She once owned a black beret. Susan is currently writing her own eulogy, a fragmented narrative constructed entirely in iambic pentameter.

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