I have three poems in the current issue of New English Review. Here is the first of the poems:
Praying Mantis
We always celebrated Easter
with a bucket of KFC,
coleslaw, and biscuits
at the picnic table
in that little park
by the school.
–
No bonnets, no frocks,
no parades.
–
I was seven or eight
the first time
we pulled up in the old
Packard Eight
to unload lunch.
–
All of a sudden,
my potbellied dad
jumped backward
nearly losing the chicken.
–
He pointed to the windshield
where the oddest bug
I’d ever seen
sat goggle-eyed
and grooming.
–
We had learned
from an early age,
that mantises
were never to be disturbed.
“The cops will lock
you away,” my brother offered—
presaging his future,
–
I got up close to stare.
All angles—joints and eyes.
But, I was eight—
the skinniest guy in the neighborhood—
no meat, just joints and blue eyes
that popped from my head.
–
Two bugs sharing a windshield
as the sun starts down.
Stevie's Law 
Lovely…congratulations.
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Where is the link to the journal?
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Such fun. One of my favorites (and I have several!)
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thanks Sarah.
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