Poem by Keith Nunes

 

jinjer on the edge

we don’t have to go home
we can carve up your nightmares
and feed them to the piranha,
take loan sharks for swims
up the engorged Orinoco,
rinse from parched hands
mistakes made madly,

I’m going to sharpen my wit with an angle grinder,
relocate to another universe,
saturate the inner self
with tales of epic indigestion,
act as though there’s nothing wrong,
misread headlines while swallowing Lilliputian lies

I won’t tell you what I’m really thinking
it would change the way you look at me

 

Photography © Allison Goldin
Photography © Allison Goldin

 

Keith Nunes is a former New Zealand newspaper sub-editor who has been granted divine forgiveness. He’s been published far and wide and is a Pushcart nominee. He lost his comma early on now he recedes before the cataclysmic furore.

Allison Goldin is an artist living in California. Her work is a collection of spontaneous drawings from the imagination. The most common link throughout her art are the semi-recognizable creatures scattered amongst and bringing together the surrounding doodles.

 

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