slip under my tongue, our fingers will fuse and split, my body convulsing – so fertile and so brazen – magnificent desire, hearts bloody – the smell of ginger, sea salt, and starlight – loud music – deep hands – pink handled guillotine – whirling – eyelash-thick wires - egg-speckled swirl –eyes splitting themselves - love comes in many forms, higher then drugs or heaven
The above snippets are fused from the poems within the newly updated Thirteen Myna Birds. Here it is in its entirety: http://13myna.blogspot.com/ offering work by Margaret Bashaar, Joseph Harker, James Valvis, Julia Oxenreider, Deidre Elizabeth, Kimberly Ann Southwick and John Grochalski.
Poem #13 by Margaret Bashaar is from her chapbook called LETTERS FROM ROOM 27 OF THE GRAND MIDWAY HOTEL, soon to be published in artsy print by my Blood Pudding Press.
Next month’s Thirteen Myna Birds update will include another poem from Margaret Bashaar’s LETTERS and then the chapbook will be available for sale in all its artsy glory within the Blood Pudding Press etsy shop here: http://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress.
Please feel free to take a gander at the shop and/or make a purchase – and stay tuned for the new strange innards next month!
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