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Winter Melt 2009
Suzanne R. Harvey
Micki Myers
Daniel A. Rabuzzi
Bryan Mitschell
Abha Iyengar
Willie Smith
Patricia Wong
Jennifer VanBuren
Jai Britton
Stephen Drew
Alex Nodopaka
Patrick Carrington
Mannequin Envy in memory of poet and artist Douglas Gamrath
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Featured Artist: Dean Franz Pasch
Editor's Note:
I am not sure how it happened, this pushing into a season until it is gone.... Winter has already begun to melt, and here we have it, the winter issue! I will gradually readjust the reading periods so that the issue welcomes the season instead of faring it well.
I have re-thought the transition of Mannequin Envy from web-based to PDF and print-based journal. I still think it is a good idea, but not yet. I am currently in the beginning stages of gathering up the poems and fiction from 2007-2008 for our second anthology.
There are times when I wish I could re-name this publication. Times when people think Mannequin Envy is about being jealous of the perfection represented in the mannequin's form. Instead, I think of Mannequin Envy as the expression of why the mannequin should envy us. Us with our wrinkles and birthmarks, scar tissue and ticklish spots. Us with our character weakness, poor life choices, immortality, suffering. Why should they wish to break from the illusion of perfection? Read this journal, through the authenticity of voice and brush and you will see, hopefully, why the mannequins envy us.
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Mannequin Envy is published in memory of Douglas Gamrath
Barn Door by Douglas Gamrath
left alone words
by Douglas Gamrath
allow shifting
between long and short
show this student the mercy
your lover feels
give him an opening to die for
play with clocks not time
hold your only possessions
in one fist
as infinity held in its place
given to neck craning
what wind is hot in our single mind
is it a one thing or two or mass
your face comes in my turbulent bed
to wake me and toy and flicker needs
invent a number for not quite yet
mind please, press moist lips against
and confuse my retina never kissed till you
trap us inside your desire
barb us, cleave our will
apply the leather blinders of forwardness
press clove near wound
make us crawl the mile of your legs
invite the break of lust to rabid fever
transfer a single olive to my cavity
please, understand
From the Archives:
Scorched
by David Chandler
When I was a boy
I read in a book
that genitalia skin
darkens
over time.
I laughed.
It seemed
unlikely:
pricks and pussies
gone brown
in middle age.
Now I see
it's true.
All that friction,
all that heat.
Scorched earth
in a thirty-year war. |
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Submission Call:
We will be reading submissions for our Spring/Summer issue until May 15. You can submit work at any time during the year, but we will not get to it until the reading period.
Adult Content Warning:
Material in this issue may be considered inappropriate for minors. If you are not 18, please get your parents to check out our site and decide if it is okay for you to come in.
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