Tipton Poetry Journal
Even on Thursday Peggy Aylsworth Who chopped down that cherry tree? And if he didn’t lie how does that make my life a joy forever? I like to pretend I know the truth, especially when the truth is beauty. Big Daddy bellows at Big Mama. Barbara Stanwyck engages Fred MacMurray to kill her husband. Lucien Freud distorts. Picasso turns the heads of women. Art, I’ve concluded, is the possibility that solves nothing. Your face brings me answers to questions I forget to ask. Peggy Aylsworth is a psychotherapist, living in Santa Monica, California. Her poetry has appeared in numerous literary journals and anthologies throughout the U.S. and around the world, including The Wallace Stevens Journal. Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. The sixth book of her poetry is soon to be published by Letters At 3 A.M. Press.
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Timothy Kercher There’s a glacier in his head. It formed late summer, sometime close to your death. He can feel the stonecold radiate a sense of movement. He can feel the world usher in a brand new age—your absence carves out a valley inside him. Timothy Kercher lived abroad from 2006 to 2012—four years in the country of Georgia and two in Ukraine—and has now moved back to his home in Dolores, Colorado. He continues to translate contemporary poetry from the Republic of Georgia. He is a high school English teacher and has worked in five countries—Mongolia, Mexico, and Bosnia being the others. His essays, poems, and translations have appeared a number of recent literary publications, including Music & Literature, Crazyhorse, Versal, Plume, upstreet, and others.
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