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LAURA McCULLOUGH |
Between Worlds, Refuge |
POETRY |
The week bombs poured like confetti son was so mad, he wanted to hit for the noise and laundry. It happened his pet rabbit to death on his lawn, as berserk as we threaten. He hung to do when he said It bit me, you know. to forgive him, a thing I couldn’t do, fingerprints, as if they were my alibi, and down, a conduit between worlds, |
McCULLOUGH |
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Laura McCullough is on the faculty of the English Dept. at Brookdale Community College in NJ where she Chairs the Visiting Writers Series. She has an MFA from Goddard College, has won a NJ State Arts Council Fellowship, and recently was awarded a Dodge Foundation Scholarship to attend the Fine Arts Center in Provincetown. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Paterson Literary Review, Exquisite Corpse, Poetry Motel, Faultline, The Journal of Art and Literature, In Posse, Slant Review, SteelPoint, and others. |