Monthly Archives: September 2015

“Red Hair, Red Venison, Brown Summer Sun” – Poetry by Jessie Janeshek

September 3, 2015Excerpts, Flappertising, Flappricana, PoetryJessie Janeshek, Red Hair Red Venison Brown Summer Sun, Summer 2015 (#6)Joseph P. O'Brien

Sun and Life - Frida Kahlo, 1947 — Sun and Life – Frida Kahlo, 1947

Jessie Janeshek‘s magical and mischievous “Red Hair, Red Venison, Brown Summer Sun” is merely one of four poems she contributed to our Summer 2015 issue, currently orderable online via Amazon and Createspace. Copies are also on sale at independent brick-and-mortar stores like Bluestockings and St. Mark’s Bookshop.

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WE’RE A FOX FOR ALL SEASONS eat bonbons like bad pigs
      cry every rain for the bones of an idol
          the colts of an emblem
      the house-cat shaped hole in the tree.

We wake sick once a month eat dried baby’s breath
vomit hinges and hexes track our black sex on money since worms are inside.

All signs point to yes, unsympathetic.
      We spray piss, make it coarse
      since it’s not crime if it’s habit
            and we’re the white horse
      the slim beehived bride in the iron lung
      still watching          Dark Shadows
      in retrospect.

Author’s Acknowledgment: The phrase “the bones of an idol” is the title of a song by The New Pornographers.

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JESSIE JANESHEK‘s first book of poems is Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010). An Assistant Professor of English and the Director of Writing at Bethany College, she holds a Ph.D. from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville and an M.F.A. from Emerson College. She co-edited the literary anthology Outscape: Writings on Fences and Frontiers (KWG Press, 2008).

“When All the Trees Go Up in Flames, Only Water Puts Them Back to Sleep” – Poetry by Kailey Tedesco

September 2, 2015Excerpts, Flappertising, Flappricana, PoetryKailey Tedesco, Summer 2015 (#6), When All the Trees Go Up in Flames Only Water Puts Them Back to SleepJoseph P. O'Brien

The Fire - Rene Magritte, 1943 — The Fire – Rene Magritte, 1943

“When All the Trees Go Up in Flames, Only Water Puts Them Back to Sleep” is just one of three superbly flappy poems by Kailey Tedesco in our Summer 2015 issue (available here, here, here, or here).

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SHE HELD THE FOREST
like a hairbrush in
one hand, and my
grandmother’s pond
like a hand-mirror.

With her vanity set,
lifted gently from
the alabaster of earth
she spends seven days
combing through

the tangles of her fire-
streaked hair as fallen
strands puddle in the under-
growth –

A reflection ripples
over her drowsed eyelids –
the foxes wake to hunt.

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KAILEY TEDESCO is currently enrolled in Arcadia University’s MFA in Poetry program. She edits for Lehigh Valley Vanguard and Marathon Literary Magazine, while also teaching eighth grade English. A long-time flapper at heart, Kailey enjoys hanging out in speakeasies, cemeteries, and abandoned amusement parks for all of her poetic inspiration. She is a resident poet of the aforementioned LVV, and her work has been featured in Boston Poetry Magazine and Jersey Devil Press.

FLAPPERHOUSE Reading #4 / Issue #7 Flight Party

September 1, 2015Flappertising, FlappricanaAlibi Jones, Anna Meister, B. Diehl, Bud Smith, David X. Wiggin, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Michael Diaz Feito, Readings, Shannon Moore ShepherdJoseph P. O'Brien

Flap into Fall like a skull-faced pixie on a rocket-powered vacuum, and join us as we celebrate the flight of our 7th issue with our 4th reading on WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 23 from 7 to 9 PM at Pacific Standard, 82 Fourth Avenue in Brooklyn.

Starring MICHAEL DÍAZ FEITO, B. DIEHL, ALIBI JONES, ANNA MEISTER, SHANNON MOORE SHEPHERD, BUD SMITH, DAVID X. WIGGIN, and the late F. SCOTT FITZGERALD.

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