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Womannotated – No More Names

August 30th, 2019

No More Names

If you would follow, after dark, him and

his friends into the park — a boy who likes

to call you names, then make lewd demands,

midnight games. Mother said, “He’s so polite,”

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Atlanta – A Sonnet by Kristin Garth

Atlanta

Sometimes it takes a six-hour drive to meet
another villain to understand why
you became one, too. Girl he used to beat,
consensually, becomes the one you cry
to, discrete, IM introduction: “I know
what it feels like to be his orphan.” Week
commiserating online while you grow
more sure your tenure, little one, is done. Weak
enough to say yes when she suggests you
should take a holiday, Atlanta — there’s
sex clubs. She knows what looks like love — your view
opened door, her pompadour, dark suit,
stare before she zips you in an obscene dress —
feel what remains of his latest princess.


Kristin Garth is a Pushcart, Best of the Net & Rhysling nominated sonnet stalker from Pensacola.  Her sonnets have appeared in journals like Glass, Yes, Five: 2: One, Isacoustic* and many more.  She is the author of twelve books of poetry including Pink Plastic House (Maverick Duck Press), Candy Cigarette Womanchild Noir (The Hedgehog Poetry Press) and the forthcoming Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream (TwistiT Press) and The Meadow (Apep Publications, 2020).  Follow her on Twitter:  (@lolaandjolie) and her website http://kristingarth.com

Banner Image “Pink Bouquet” by Robert Frede Kenter. Tweets at @frede_kenter

“Death Recipe” a Sonnet by Kristin Garth

Denude the bushes after dark, each pink 

azalea plucked because of one remark —

rhododendrons could kill honeybees.  Think 

details, death recipes on your knees. Stark 

foliage fingers disgrace, frail flowers 

you bury in a pillowcase, not waste —

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Two poems by Audrey Lindemann

Glitch Sonnet

for 1 dollar I will hold your hand and for 2 dollars I will be your big fat snowflake. for 3 I will
mean mug your enemies and for 4 dollars I will be a good girl and for 5 I will sun burn. for 6
dollars I will middle part. for 7 dollars I will make you tingle. for 7 I’ll be a bad boy. for 7 I will
self destruct and for 7 dollars I will complete you. for 7
oh apple oh silk
oh pumice stone oh tweeze
oh bath
oh sex kitten
oh green sweater
oh the dribble oh the money
this meal this sheet
oh baby oh sugar baby dribble baby
oh apple yes sweater stone oh 7 dollar
tweeze baby oh

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