the aois21 annual 2016
By Keith F Shovlin and Adam Wallick
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A compendium of poetry, short stories, essays, book excerpts, photography and art. Launched thanks to a successful Kickstarter and even more successful month of submissions. Contributors from across the globe joined our creatives in assembling this literary magazine.
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the aois21 annual 2016 - Keith F Shovlin
the aois21 annual 2016
third issue
ISSN 2374-7048 (print)
ISSN 2374-7056 (online)
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The aois21 annual is published annually by aois21 publishing, PO Box 129, Mount Vernon, VA 22121. Printed by Printing Images of Rockville, MD. Send submissions online only through www.aois21.com/annual
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On the cover: An Emerald Emerges from the Rough by Adam Wallick
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poetry
in the neighborhood boy at window allen forrest
poetry
thunder
by bianca palmisano
I.
I saw the softest hearts of my generation carved into warriors, black gaping scarred,
burning their pasts in the brushes, starving for a flesh fight
coffee-fisted babies flying from hempskirts and village fires towards the coal-light of vengeance
who yucca-face and squalid nails bear down on ethereal poverty with smokestack judgment across the bara abandoning bloodlines,
who gnawed their knuckles raw, red-eyed alert and two pounds of nicotine, cane alcohol, and grit in rotting teeth,
who forgot algebra and graduated test tubes in the Western hemisphere like fourth-grade artifacts in the escaping twilight,
who bit into each hour with burnished Russian machetes, reciting Zulu war chants with hypnotic, heavy tongues,
who ate their own blackness and spit it out in Nimba County,
full of worms, and thorns, and abiding hate, blades and bullets and faultless steel
who marched bloodshot and heaving their chests thrown forward, glistening in retaliatory exertion
who sought redemption in the thrusting of scattered limbs
who took women and mothers and communists with hands wedged by scarlet, crusted burns and left them wailing solitary broken in blinding midnight,
pushed their seed past the gasps, teeth gnashing hound-like, faithless, eyes and cuming hard against the jawbones of former wives, neighbors, lovers' eyes blank and howling with indignity and false recognition,
heeled and ran in a cough of gunsmoke, turning up two years later in Abidjan, broken dirty and bearded, naked in the dying grass,
who journeyed to Monrovia, shot down Monrovia, killed and buried Monrovia in the clay streets with dirty shovels, with rusted shovels, who came back to Monrovia to claim their prizes, and who found Monrovia desolate and lonely without their war crimes,
who cried sticky, black tar tears full of invisible salt and cradled their machetes, whispering fear and frustrated and ugly into the grass they thought was listening,
who ate human testicles by morning and savored the pumping of puss and gore through broken hearts torn from still-mourning mud-blanket hulls by night,
who slunk away into their lack of manifesto, their lack of direction, lack of shoes and considered the politics of slaughter visa jugular or slow vie,
who held out their stained palms to receive the communion wine of familial purging, expectant of their screams washing sins into the Euphrates or Nile or Congo or mud puddle,
who were re-saved and re-salvaged and re-returned to their old empty yuccaplantanomaizeandnofishsincelastharvest lives by the savior Westernish with bigger machine guns and no knives,
and who dug new graves with shards of hospitable palm weave and charcoal kitchen spoons, demanding retribution for their incomparable night-soil madness,
with the last war pain stripped from their blood and the holy ghost of manslaughter finally receded and the last blade bitten down into the last sturdy hamhock wall and the last toe oozing resentment and iron-smelling sorrow, and the last pretense of condemnation spat into the churning pit of lost chaos home, and even that a fallacy—
a bit of eternal delusion—
ah, Joseph, while you are fetid retiring, I am also, and you are never prepared to relent,
you who, therefore, stirred the hurricane of distorted march-steps, mixed cyanide with ugali in our naïve digestive tracts,
who slept in perpetual revulsion-revolution, commanding the sawdust Trinity to bow and calculate your girth, caked in sweat and salty captainship repellant of birds and mosquitoes and fallible men,
the psychotic of malarial African certainty like a shaking traincar along Virunga and across the continent through the jungle of your own spiraling hate,
fixing the carbines of your majestical swallowing, digesting, HIV and syphilis, breathing every morning the stagnant, molting air; gathering the small and dividing their minds in infinitesimal, viral worlds,
until each man coughs out tetanus and sleeping sickness, ready to stride forward your intentions a thousand years.
poetry
intro - note to self
by michael b. judkins
intro - note to self
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poetry
no monsters here
by keith f. shovlin
It's time to sleep, my darling child
To let your mind, in