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  November 2018
volume 15 number 1
-table of contents-
  contributing poets
  Gary Beck
  Stefanie Bennett
  Jack G. Bowman
  Jeffrey Bryant
  Beverly M. Collins
  Dalia Elmanzalawy
  John Grey
  Grant Guy
  David Herrle
  Colin James
  Ron Lucas
  Peter Magliocco
  Nate Maxon
  Stephen Mead
  Rajnish Mishra
  Diana Rosen
  Jeanne Marie Spicuzza
  Mark States
  Kallista A Thompson
  David Thornbrugh
  Alyssa Trivett
  Lynn White
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Grant Guy
November 2018



photo by marie c lecrivain

    Grant Guy is a Winnipeg, Canada, poet, writer and playwright. Former artistic director of Adhere + Deny. His poems, short stories, essays and art criticism have been published in Canada, the United States, Wales, India and England. He has three books published: Open Fragments (Lives of Dogs), On the Bright Side of Down and Bus Stop Bus Stop (Red Dashboard). His plays include "A.J. Loves B.B.", "Song for Simone" and an adaptation of "Paradise Lost" and the "Grand Inquisitor". He was the 2004 recipient of the MAC’s 2004 Award of Distinction, and the 2017 recipient of the WAC’s Making A Difference Award.



The Woulds Will Become Scars

The wounds will become scars
He swore up and down at the old horse
Who in better years had no knowledge of the glue factory
Still today it had no knowledge of the glue factory
But in a horsey sense it felt things were not the sour

The rancher knew of the glue factory
He had known about it for fifty-five years
For many of those years he wished
He could send his wife and daughter to be paste

But goddamn it the government made a law against such things

He told the county sheriff exactly how he felt
The county sheriff had no sympathy
He wished he could slug the sheriff

The goddamn it government made a law about such things

The rancher plugged the old horse between the eyes
When he turned around his daughter had a bead on him
A revolver held by two hands

Thankfully the government made a law about such things
He sighed

To hell with the government

She sighed

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