June 29 – July 5, 2015: Jonathan Hayes and Carl Miller Daniels

Jonathan Hayes and Carl Miller Daniels

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Jonathan Hayes
jsh619@earthlink.net

Bio (auto)

Jonathan Hayes is the editor / publisher of the long-running small press magazine, Over the Transom. His most recent book is American Haiku (Mel C. Thompson Publishing, 2013). He lives with his wife by the San Lorenzo River in Santa Cruz, California.

The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by Jonathan Hayes and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

A Full Moon in Santa Cruz

Creeps up on you
 
Out of nowhere
 
Then it’s here / there
 
[a fight with the wife!]
 
Howling and barking
 
Chowing down pork BBQ burritos,
With silence by the stove
 
And a twelve-pack of ice-cold beer
 
Outside our door as I smoke tobacco
And look at the street and lights:
 
Dude by the San Lorenzo River says,
 
“Ya didn’t have to come get me —
 
I was looking at the river and,
 
Thinking ‘bout my whole life.”

 



Carl Miller Daniels

Bio (auto)

Carl Miller Daniels still lives, and dreams, in ruggedly masculine Homerun, Virginia. And Daniels has a brand-new book out. Its title is Saline and it was recently published by Interior Noise Press. Saline is available at Amazon. And his chapbook Be Kind to Strangers was published just a few weeks ago by BareBackPress. Be Kind to Strangers is also available at Amazon. Hint hint.

The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by Carl Miller Daniels and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

peaches and pears

the classical study of study
requires a nude model,
preferably a sexy naked teenage boy,
and he stands there
contrapposto (his weight on
one foot) and he’s looking dreamily
off into space,
and his lips are lightly parted,
and you can see his
tongue dancing around
in there, easy to ignore that,
though, easier than
his big smooth dick,
for he has
one erection after the other,
as the hour goes on,
but time
stops, and
thrusts itself right
in your face.