Parker Tettleton’s Back with New Chap!

Parker Tettleton was the first writer Thunderclap! ever published.  I saw this “kid” who just blew me away.  His work was everything I wished mine was.  The rate that Parker is able to produce work is like his fingers are on crack.  But it’s not just quantity he produces.  Parker makes me lean both ways.  You have to look up and down and side to side.  You have to deconstruct to reconstruct.

I’ve been able to watch Parker’s writing now for almost three years.  His growth is unbelievable. I’m like a helicopter mom that can’t let go. Can you tell? Should I be embarrassed? Hell to the no!  I’d adopt Parker if he didn’t have, what I’m assuming, are wonderful parents.

When Parker came back to me with a second chapbook I said yes without hesitation. I didn’t even need to read every single piece to know it was the right fit for Thunderclap! So he returneth to us with his chapbook entitled Greens.

According to Parker:

the grocery store project came on the heels of a novella detailing the breaking of a relationship, the loss of my best friend, a circular move, a sadness I had never torn into. These pieces are two years’ worth of saying Sorry, saying I forgive you/me/us, saying I’ll never forget, saying I’m ready again. I chose to write around something that makes me happy — grocery shopping, groceries — what fills me literally & when I feel I have nothing but nostalgia, figuratively. The beginning is more of an ending, the middle mostly a wanderer, & what’s left & next is the I’m-moving-again spirit, in more senses than one.

This chapbook is ridiculous.  Like, seriously, if you don’t buy it, you’re a square. A SQUARE! Buy it from us today for only $15.00!


Poem A Day/ April 30th, 2012 – David Tomaloff

CASUAL DAY FOR LOVERS #5/ DAVID TOMALOFF

there is a card
trick I have seen

where the mark
believes he can levitate

, &the radio
whispers only

what it wishes us to hear


Poem A Day/ April 29th, 2012 – Craig Scott

COLD/ CRAIG SCOTT

walking
in
winter
rain
is not as
cold as
your
shoulder


Poem A Day/ April 28th, 2012 – Craig Scott

WORK DAY/ CRAIG SCOTT

1.
Talking to you,
you laughing.

2.
The dogs
eating
carrots.

3.
No gas,
every red light,
voicemails.

4.
Explaining forever
in 140 characters.

5.
Freddie Mercury videos
on YouTube.

6.
Pretending
to care.

7.
Imagine
being elsewhere.


Poem A Day/ April 27th, 2012 – BL Pawelek

SEVEN SMILES/ BL PAWELEK

there are seven smiles that love me
born within stars and rocketships
but made flat and colored
with the highest sun

they keep my place my balance
see my underlined secrets but don’t tell
never tell never judge

i tie a white cloth through them
drag them to far off places of water and sand
and to the fires that no longer hurt us but help


Poem A Day/ April 26th, 2012 – BL Pawelek

JUMP THE MIDNIGHT/ BL PAWELEK

guardian angel
passing the man
past midnight and fascinate
we jump the path and way
jump the midnight
of bright and passive

my water drop
gravity to hospital bed
and the only time i said
i love you

grab the light string
past the million colors
and the winds of wings
sing through the clouds


Poem a Day/ April 25th, 2012 – Diana Salier

WHEN WE’RE OLD IN A CAVE AND LIGHTING FIRES/
DIANA SALIER

you walked in the door   i sharpened all my pencils.  

i wrote this grocery list  with you in mind —

peanut butter eggs bacon mustard brown rice.

i’ve been training  to be your lover since the first grade.

i make the best trades. you will never go hungry. i can turn lunchables ham into pudding cups for weeks.

i would throw a dodgeball at anyone who stole your bicycle.

i changed our entries on ancestry.com  so now we are fraternal twins separated at birth.

you can stay the night in my tree house after giving your verbal consent – a simple YES will suffice.

there are so many songs  i wish i’d written 

and when we’re old in a cave and lighting fires in our slippers,

i’ll write them for the first time and play you a series

of new old songs


Poem A Day/ April 24th, 2012 – Misti Rainwater-Lites

DADDY MAKE IT BETTER/ MISTI RAINWATER-LITES

He thinks I’m stupid. He thinks I smell bad. He gives me
a book on basic etiquette and a bottle of sex burst perfume.
His new wife is such a fetching bitch. She has excellent
improvisation skills and a killer ass. I’m sulking in the corner.
The world has treated me like a lesser fish but still I’m gasping
and gutted and frying in butter in some man’s skillet while
old black voices croon medicine on the new moon station.
Some man is going to eat me with hush puppies and tartar sauce.
Some man keeps killing me. I’m living thrash to thrash.
Each day is a deliberate ouch a manic seek a throaty plunge.
Mother is exasperated. When is her girl going to start making sense?
The sun. The pond. The rusted toys. This broiling expanse
so choked with weeds.


Poem A Day/ April 23rd, 2012 – David S. Pointer

SURGICAL WRATH/ DAVID S. POINTER

Life reentered atraumatically
through donor blood bottles,
or cool black-winged words 
swooping in taking microbial
predators to bioengineering
specialists hacking up little
lopsided monsters attached to 
postoperative hallucinations
inside some other patient’s
spinal anesthesia tray, afire

Poem A Day/ April 22, 2012 – Amanda Deo (Who Says the Editor Can’t Join In?)

WHERE WE GO TO GET LOST/ AMANDA DEO

We calm down
cathedrals it’s

time to grab
the brass rings I

miss waving goodbye.


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