“Habits” © Edward Michael Supranowicz


Under Her Breath

I spent
The past three hours
the gal sitting in
the corner booth
a naked bulb
dangles above
her head
carving shadows
on her face

her dark
sunken eyes
stagger in
their sockets
as dim faces
flicker past
the café window

a dying moth
in tiny circles
next to the
smoldering ashtray
as she whispers
of her favorite
magazine ads
under her breath
& forges them
into haikus


Brian Fugett is perhaps the most insignificant American poet to have existed in the 21st century. His verse has been known to both repulse and seduce mentally-ill, pot-bellied barmaids in remote regions of Northern Kentucky and Southern Ohio. Rumor has it he’s a culinary genius when it comes to the composition of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. He wears a mask so that Home Scurity and rabid, autograph seeking fans will not recognize hm in public.

Edward Michael Supranowicz is the grandson of Irish and Russian/Ukrainian immigrants. He grew up on a small farm in Appalachia. He has a grad background in painting and printmaking. Some of his artwork has recently or will soon appear in Fish Food, Streetlight, Another Chicago Magazine, The Door Is a Jar, The Phoenix, and The Harvard Advocate. Edward is also a published poet.