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Open submissions! (volume IV)

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Fellow enthusiasts! With thunderous splashes and an awesome foam, the migration toward the irresistible polarity of Volume IV commences. . . send poetry and visual art to killerwhalejournal@gmail.com

and no, it does not NEED to be about killer whales. If you happen to be sitting on vast stores of orca inspired art, however, now would be the time to empty your vault.

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Life

How many Bart Simpson dolls
have I seen in the trash,
lying in piles of trash
on the street, the heads
of Bart Simpson dolls?

Only beautiful trash lies
in the street as I walk past
a split open condom, a few Bart Simpson
heads poke blankly out.
I love creating beauty in life.

What makes Bart
Simpson’s head appear so big?
One Bart Simpson head is at least
the size of two of mine.

Or one Bart Simpson head’s the size
of one of my heads plus three, no,
two of my penises.

                 –Joseph Bradshawimgresimages

a beaver wrote me

a song once
when our bellies were full
& the moon was full
              coyotes howling
              at the bone eye
her fingers
              plucked          the grass
              tail                     slapped the water

she sang about last thursday
hiding her mouth underwater
              to keep herself quiet
              when trappers trapped
              her momma
sheared her momma’s fur off
& left her naked
              floatin round somewhere

now this beaver’s
pluckin grass like a guitar
& i’m the only human
who hears her song
the others just don’t listen:
bievers r jus aenimels
              they say
tht wil nvr chanj
                         –Christine Lyons

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Silhouette

Blood thrummed in your head. You
were eighteen and elegiac, you knew the
hidden names of the ages and your
knowledge curled in on itself,
a nautilus. You busted open your lip
on fists full of silver dollars while you
waited for the train. Boston faded deep
in the distance & you prayed hard in
the dark, terrific filth. You unfolded.
Brine of your oyster-shucked heart.
Honey ran through your teeth.

++++++Zachary Evans

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