II: Poetry by David Spicer & Assemblage by Greg Hanson, 1
The redhead kneeled in a flannel gown,
hair glimmering in moonlight. Crawdads
slashed the river as she shivered, lanterns
scattered in the bedroom. The peeper
crouched outside her window in the rain,
rubbing his crotch. I yodeled when I saw
his eyes glisten. He scattered like a scared
rabbit, but I tackled and spun him
like a potter’s bowl, booting his
ass down the hill, a bag of lye.
She noticed me, offered a drink
of coffee from her dying machine.
Swill. Remnants of feathers on her
gown. She read her Bible, mentioned
the broken furnace. The kitchen needed
a coat of paint. “Where’s your husband?”
“He’s dead, a snitch with a slit throat.”
Assuming her life was a trumpet of pathos,
I disappeared out the door
and deposited a twenty in the mailbox.
David Spicer has, in pursuit of the word, worked as paper boy, dishwasher, bottle loader, record warehouser, carpet roll dragger, burger flopper, ditch digger, weather observer, furniture mover, temporary flunky, gas pumper, bookseller, tutor, 11th and 12th grader babysitter, magazine and book editor and publisher, typesetter, medical journal proofreader, and librarian’s assistant. The author of one full-length collection of poems and four chapbooks, plus eight unpublished manuscripts, he has published in slicks, non-slicks, and online journals such as American Poetry Review, Curly Mind, Jersey Devil Press, Ploughshares, Reed Magazine, The Slim Volume, Yellow Chair Review, and others.
Greg Hanson resides in Portland, OR. He has served as an online guest instructor to high school students in Hawthorne, NJ, inspiring interest in the work of acclaimed artist, Joseph Cornell, and providing practical how-to knowledge in the art of assemblage and collage. To receive your own online art instructions from Greg, please be sure to give his YouTube a visit. And, be sure to also enjoy more of his ever-growing body of work at Greg’s Mixed Media Gallery.