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Luivette Resto and G. Murray Thomas




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Luivette Resto
luivette@yahoo.com

Bio (auto)

Luivette Resto was born in Aguas Buenas, Puerto Rico but proudly raised in the Bronx. She received her BA in English Literature with a concentration in US Latino Studies from Cornell University in 1999. In 2003, she completed her MFA in Creative Writing specifically poetry at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst. Her work can be read in several publications such as Harpur Palate, Albion Review, Falling Star Magazine, The Furnace Review, Latino Today, and Kennesaw Review. Currently, she lives in the Los Angeles area with her husband, Jose and their three children, Antonio, Sofia, and Joaquin. Resto is a professor at Citrus College and Mt. San Antonio College where she teaches English Literature and composition writing.

The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by Luivette Resto and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Ascension

We lay on the hood of your ‘96 Tercel
watching the planes land underneath
an unusually clear LA sky,

imagining heading off to lands
where money is abundant
like sand and possibilities.

And when “Love Song” by The Cure played on the radio,
you dragged the tops of your fingernails
up and down my forearm,

as we shared the same early memories of
smoking bidis for the first time
in your step-mom’s basement,
watching 1970s porn like it was a documentary,
reciting each other’s fortunes from our Chinese takeout.

Logic dictated that you wouldn’t like me,
allow me to touch the scar on your right eyebrow
and ask for its story.
But you did.

You confessed to enjoying the silence of
libraries, funeral homes, churches.
Became an atheist when your parents divorced,

left you wondering if you would ever be a good father.

Feeling the coldness of metal on my back

I inched closer to your side of the car,
listened to the unevenness of your breath
between the sounds of jet engines.



G. Murray Thomas
NEXTmag@aol.com

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G. Murray Thomas (Long Beach, CA) is best known as the editor of Next... Magazine, a poetry calendar/newsmagazine for Southern California. Next... Magazine was published monthly between 1994 and 1998. Thomas currently edits a montly listing of poetry events for Poetix.net, the source for information about SoCal poetry. Thomas also hosts The Poetry Show, on The PrimeSpot Radio, on KBeach.org, the first Friday of every month, at 10 pm PDT.

Thomas' first full length collection of poems, Cows on the Freeway, was published by iUniverse in 2000. He has also published four chapbooks, Death to the Real World, Opposite Oceans, Poetry Spilled All Over the Carpet and A Rare Thing. In 2005, iUniverse reprinted Paper Shredders, an anthology of surf poetry Thomas first published in 1993.

Thomas has performed his poetry all over Southern California, at almost every major poetry venue. Between 2001 and 2004, he fronted MURRAY, a spoken word/garage jazz band. He has performed at Lollapalooza, The Whiskey, The Coach House, the Knitting Factory and the 1996 National Poetry Slam.

Thomas is currently at work on a novel.
More information can be found at myspace.com/gmurraythomas.

The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by G. Murray Thomas and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Prejudice

The cute Christian girls
cringe when Eric discusses wet panties.
They don’t seem much happier
when Richard compares his girlfriend to the devil.
This poem would be much longer,
except that’s when they left
the open mike.
Which is really too bad.
I would have liked to see their faces
when Angie sang,
“Fuck it! I’m a dyke!”


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