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VOL. 3
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Its the magic number(ed Vol.) The solstice has passed but the nights arent drawing
in. Read this Vol. on your rooftops, balconies, in your gardens, yards; read it always
outside. The poetry contained moves across dams and excuses and museos and
branches and ends at the bottom of the ocean. And thanks to Will Preston-George
for the art direction and cover layout, and Titus Groan for the cover illustration,
and Jeff Dahlgren and John Lowther for the art youll find dotted through the Vol. I
will admit this Vol. was long in gestation lots of things surfacing simultaneously.
No excuses next time. Its a finer vintage for it. To all the poets featured: You
complete us. To the state of California: Close Seaworld already.
Samuel Rowe
I often say Sam and I compile our Killer Whale Journal because we can, which has
become a motto of ours. But I am not so selfless. We open new submissions three or
four times per year because we enjoy it. What a great excuse to look at the superb
work our peers create through words and images year after year. I want to thank
everyone who submitted, even if we could not find room for your art or poetry. We
kept this one short and sweet, unlike volume two, because KWJ is meant for online
consumption. Reading through your submissions was a distinct pleasure. We hope
you enjoy volume three as much as we enjoyed putting it together. Yes, the future
is bright for killer whales everywhere. Except Sea World. Maybe next year well work
with audio files to boot. And sorry for the wait--the killer whale is a master of
suspense, as well as self-insulation and waiting for sea lions to leave their puny
icebergs.
Alessandro Mario Powell
https://killerwhalejournal.wordpress.com
https://facebook.com/killerwhalejournal
killerwhalejournal@gmail.com
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Contributors
Marissa Lucchesi
Leo Temple
Daniel de Cull
Joseph Bradshaw
Marie-Claire Serou
Howie Good
Michael H. Brownstein
Christine Lyons
Vanessa Saunders
Strider Marcus Jones
Connor Crawford
Johnnie Bicket
Titus Groan
Jeff Dahlgren & John Lowther
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Marissa Lucchesi
i hurt trees
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it's easter sixteen springs
ago and my mother tugs
my hair, pressed thin
with coconut oil and
eucalyptus drops. we
have a book of
braids (only white
girls are pictured) &
we pick the fishtail to
fin down my pink satin
church dress. at Mass
i press plucked
magnolia buds into
my palms, inhale the
premature green
dissect the furry
hearts, the tucked
underbellies of
unopened petals
almost a sin
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on repeat, the 2000
enya album and
my mothers warm
thigh pressed to
the noncurve of
my waist. her hair
curlier, thick &
smells like wild
flowers, lychee
the sweetness of precigarettes.
when i am older i
remember the
tightening. i
braid it into
the new
synapses
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Leo Temple
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Daniel de Cull
Front Doors
Baby O dynamite
mistress of the Star fish
swimming in my ears
where often a Wo/Man
remains alone
long to listen
Doors singing my business daily
dead as a door nail
into all this Channel
O.O. % Ecstasy. No
showing me a door
opening by itself
at the End of lives forgotten
when Sun is a dog cart
botted with gay dogs
of the dooms day
sit and dreaming
of the floor of our
Nothingness sentencing:
"Bakers dozen talk
19 to the dozen".
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Joseph Bradshaw
Life
How many Bart Simpson dolls
have I seen in the trash,
lying in piles of trash
on the street, the heads
of Bart Simpson dolls?
Only beautiful trash lies
in the street as I walk past
a split open condom, a few Bart Simpson
heads poke blankly out.
I love creating beauty in life.
What makes Bart
Simpsons head appear so big?
One Bart Simpson head is at least
the size of two of mine.
Or one Bart Simpson heads the size
of one of my heads plus three, no,
two of my penises.
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Marie-Claire Serou
Chapter 16
When the gradient of f is equal to F it is said to be independent of path. This is
useful in fluid dynamics. Supposedly. Physics works out beautifully whether or not
there is a God. However, when you get into applications of math none of the
variables are purely independent. Where x intersects the y-axis, it can only intersect
z where y and z both equal 0. There are practical applications. When Mary kisses ---and ----- in the same day, she thinks only she matters. Nihilism is a self-fulfilling
prophecy, you too can be too cool forToday, I decided to make a friend less
arrogant than myself. I saw a girl so skinny and washed she looked nothing like an
animal. She was wearing only true black. I wanted to tell her, but I had bangs and a
math joke written on my wrist: A vector field that is independent of path is called a
conservative vector field. I address a Bible to God. Dear Lord, I dont know if youve
seen this. Signed, MC. PS. Are you a wool sweater or Superman? I receive no reply.
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Howie Good
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Beach in Winter
Nothing here,
and no one,
only seashells
and pebbles
and pretty ferry lights
casting shadows
that form a sentence.
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Michael H. Brownstein
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Christine Lyons
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a beaver wrote me
a song once
when our bellies were full
& the moon was full
coyotes howling
at the bone eye
her fingers
plucked
the grass
tail
slapped the water
she sang about last thursday
hiding her mouth underwater
to keep herself quiet
when trappers trapped
her momma
sheared her mommas fur off
& left her naked
floatin round somewhere
now this beavers
pluckin grass like a guitar
& im the only human
who hears her song
the others just dont listen:
bievers r jus aenimels
they say
tht wil nvr chanj
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dnt yu b givin up
on me now
beaver
i kno it gets cold up here
nd water drops
freezin
be low
but yu jus keep swimmin
even wen yur feet get tired
nd the hair on yur back
freezes
yu jus
dive
d
o
w
n
cause we all need
a little break
but keep on workin
beaver
chomp down on wood
build yur dam
tuck yourself
into yur lodge
nd when yu sleep
yuk no ill wake yu up
S M A C K my tail
gainst the water
when sumthin floats by
h
old
yur breath
nd hide underwater
lil beaver
lets hope
this is the day they let us b
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blu waters
listen to cars / crickets
watch satellites / stars
remove the distance between
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Vanessa Saunders
AT A BUS STOP, a blind man puts his head into his hands. Why has this
happened? I don't know. A tree is truncated in the storm, but there is no great
surprise. Do you prefer function over form? The body collapses in the street. I
prefer form, he said. I'll take my dinner in the dry Pacific.
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Fibbing Sun
when this fibbing sun,
dips below this planted plate
of fieldsand waits
to bob back up tomorrow:
solitude, sucks the colour
out of crimson clouds,
and stars begin their movements
over night's black curtain.
thinks.
this dance of being bornto live and die
in sacred elements
swirling in dust and gas,
in beauty and folly
that repeats itself
to what purposedoes this engine and design
make civilisations form then fade
with gods and demons.
there must be more to Michelangelo's ceilingthan creating orphans
and leaving them, to grow old
in fostered orbits.
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Connor Crawford
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Johnnie Bicket
Whale Fall
The boughs of ribs, a sculpted skull,
vertebrae dissembled, a column toppled to sections:
imprint of hugeness. When living,
it saw through the glum aphotic with music it made
through organs, thundering across centuries,
sounding out the murky globe.
It sang through internal chambers with
air stolen away from the breathing world.
When swimming the ring of the southern ocean, whales
chant ballads about the sometimes sun,
the moon silvering the shallow waters,
songs that outlast the chug of ships.
But, this whale recanted descends
through miles, through currents,
before nudging the sea-bed with a slack jaw, the body falling in behind.
Quiet in abyssal squeeze,
its bones are quarried by worms
burrowing for food, no darker plan.
Smell water and gather; they say out over the bed,
well build a city out of this.
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Bios
Marissa Lucchesi
is an economics graduate student at Tulane University, 22. She is just
beginning to self-identify as a poet. She hopes to publish a book of poems
someday.
Leo Temple
grew up outside Bridgwater, Somerset in the Quantock hills. In Liverpool he
broke a budding football star's ankle. The boy now plays for England. This
incident threatens to be Leo's most notable act. He writes poems.
Daniel de Cull
is a Castilian and Aragon poet. He is highly involved with natural life and
love. He is popular and often quoted. He is editor of the cultural reviews
Gallo Tricolor and Robespierre.
Joseph Bradshaw
is a caca Jesu
Marie-Claire Serou
is a forth generation New Orleans native. She likes poetry, f(r)iction, boiling
summer days and civil disobedience.
Howie Good
s poetry collections include The Complete Absence of Twilight from MadHat
Press, and Fugitive Pieces from Right Hand Pointing Press.
Michael H. Brownstein
has been widely published throughout the small and literary presses. In
addition, he has nine poetry chapbooks. Brownstein currently is the English
Specialist at Lincoln University.
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Christine Lyons
is Canadian first. Writer second.
Vanessa Saunders
is a graduate from the University of East Anglia. She enjoys green tea and
Paul Celan.
Strider Marcus Jones
is a poet, law graduate, ex civil servant and Salford born and bred. His five
published books of poetry are modern, traditional, mythical, sometimes
erotic, surreal and metaphysical.
Connor Crawford
is AWOL.
Johnnie Bicket
is unemployed and lives with his mother. He dislikes contemporary jazz, fish
from rivers, and moral objectivism. He likes Tony Gash, dumb-phones, and
defecating in open country.
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