October 3-9, 2016: Poetry from John Reinhart and Lisa Stice

​John Reinhart and ​Lisa Stice

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​John Reinhart
johnreinhart@hotmail.com

Bio (auto)

An arsonist by trade, John Reinhart spends his spare time gluing things together. He lives on an urban farmlette in Wheat Ridge, Colorado, with his wife, three children, dog, cat, duck, goats, chickens, pigeons, and undoubtedly mice. He is a Frequent Contributor at the Songs of Eretz Poetry Review and his chapbook, "encircled," is available from Prolific Press. You may find more of his poetry and links to yet more at http://www.patreon.com/johnreinhart. You can also connect with him at https://www.facebook.com/JohnReinhartPoet.

The following work is Copyright © 2016, and owned by ​John Reinhart and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Jennifer Worries

Jennifer worries what her neighbors will
think since the door panel fell off her
car not to mention the car itself, not the
latest model though highly reliable.
She worries about her children
eating dirt, eating worms, eating well
and about their social life without a
passenger door panel. The Joneses
don’t even live on her block and no one
sees them around anyway, yet the
bedtime myth abounds and though the
cold war ended, consumer armament
rages in overgrown boxes, buzzing like
new packages of bees at the post office,
waiting for freedom. She just quit her
job because life is too short and her
kids are still young and now she worries
about life with four chickens, two
children, one income, and a reliable
car with no passenger side door panel.

(First published in The Vocabula Review)

 



​Lisa Stice
houlistice@gmail.com

Bio (auto)

Lisa Stice received a BA in English literature from Mesa State College (now Colorado Mesa University) and an MFA in creative writing and literary arts from the University of Alaska Anchorage. She is a military wife who lives in Hampstead, North Carolina with her husband, daughter and dog. She is the author of a full-length poetry collection, Uniform (Aldrich Press, 2016). You can find out more about her and her publications at lisastice.wordpress.com and facebook.com/LisaSticePoet.

The following work is Copyright © 2016, and owned by ​Lisa Stice and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Backyard Play

this was different
from where they came
so they built defenses

walled cities
of empty shoe boxes
the piling up of pine cones

they went into a corner
talked about it together—
this strange place

as she petted his back
as he turned to lick her cheek
they forgot to be frightened

*some words borrowed from “Chapter VII in which
Kanga and Baby Roo Come to the Forest, and Piglet
Has a Bath” Winnie-the-Pooh by A. A. Milne (“Nobody
seemed to know where they came from, but they were
in
the Forest,” “went into a corner,” “forgot to be frightened”)
and from “Attacks by Stratagem” The Art of War by Sun Tzu
(“walled cities,” “the piling up of mounds”)


Because Everything Else Is Quite Unequal

The goats push begging noses
through chain link
…………………………you ration
out alfalfa pellets
…………………………let them
receive their fair shares
from your upturned palms.

*part of the title is borrowed from “Attacks by Stratagem”
The Art of War by Sun Tzu (“quite unequal”)