Monday, September 29, 2014

Poem: socks are underwear, after all!

socks are underwear, after all!
eating spaghetti with a cattle prod
the small byzantine child asks
mother may i keep this fish head
it followed me home
& the mother
a neophyte carpet prostitute, says
yes but only if you
drink your opium
all gone
Nissa Annakindt

Recently I self-published a poetry chapbook called 'surly petunia', a collection of 24 short poems. This is one of the poems from that collection. surly petunia is available as a free e-book at Smashwords in epub format:

It's also available for Kindle at, but they make me charge 99 cents. 
Amazon US:
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This e-zine needs poetry submissions. Here are the guidelines:

The editor's Facebook writing page:

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