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issue 4.03   ::   winter 2015
Scary Bush

Our bravest contributors have shared with us some of their more earnest efforts from the misty past. Scary Bush should not be reviewed while in the process of drinking liquids, and the reader assumes all risk.


Dealer's Girl

Susan Yount

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Untitled

Jessica Anne Cuello

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Apiphobia

Suzanne Grazyna (This is the third poem I ever wrote)

Drowning bees panic when submerged in honey
Prepare the epi
  the cortisone
  the deathcomb
Sarcophogi shaped to accommodate wings and needles

The fuzzy Queen drones on and on
Working the eulogies
  the this that
        (&) the other
A mellifluous stinging buzz in the ears

Breaks a colony of hives on the skin
The psychosomatic anaphylaxis scratches
  on and on
  and on


The Psychic Talking M & M

Juliet Cook

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Seashore

Susan Yount

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A Candy Hand Grenade:
love notes for weirdos.

Carson Pynes

you be the bright pinata,
and I will be the stick.

you play the melody,
I can hit the tambourine.

you be the fresh-squeezed lime juice
I'll be tequila, or salt,

you are the candy, I'm the hand grenade.


The Demon Named "Life" & The Horrid Nightmare

Rhiannon Thorne

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Untitled

Susan Yount

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Girl on bus

Ian Rice

She looks towards
The transparent windowpane
Smudged with grime and dust,
Gazing solemnly
Into a subtle reflection,
A softened jagged edge,
The pollinate face, an
Inseminate of society
Riding a dingy bus,
On route, today and tomorrow
To school or work, unbeknownst.
Flowers shift in the wind
Petals rustle and frown,
Pockets jingle, a metallic fluency,
Forms rest regaining balance,
She steps underneath
The revolving furnace, to test
Future traffic amidst honks of
Aggregates and myriads
Conclusions or questions


If I

Rhiannon Thorne

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Untitled

Sarah Winn (written at age 16)

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Ed note: the last line is on the back, and reads, "never been."


Narcissus—first and second drafts

Alexis Rhone Fancher (notes in red are by her editor)

NARCISSUS-1st Draft


His penis tastes like sleep.

I nestle in the hollow
between his hips,

my lips graze
him, my breath warms
him. (not sure the rhyme, repetition works here)

I'd fit perfectly if ( this is a little confusing...why won't he let you?)
he'd let me.

Sunlight streams from an
open window,

climbs the walls, (love this stanza)
honeys his dear
face.

I think I know my rival. (his penis?)

-Do you think of your
penis as an 'it' or a
he?' I ask.

"Neither," he says most (maybe cut "most seriously?")
seriously.
"I think of it as me."



NARCISSUS -2nd draft


His penis tastes like sleep.

I nestle in the hollow
between his hips,

my lips graze
him, my breath warms
his thighs.

I'd stay here forever if
I could.

Sunlight streams from an
open window,

climbs the walls,
honeys his dear
face.

I think I know my rival.

-Do you think of your
penis as an 'it' or a
he?'

"Neither," he says.
"I think of it as me."


"Devildoms" early draft

Saytchyn Maddux-Creech

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