The Larcenist (Volume 2, Issue #2)

By Audrey Rey and Mina Hunt

The Larcenist is an international literary magazine, published bimonthly in paperback and ebook form.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781329064720

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The Larcenist (Volume 2, Issue #2)

The Larcenist

Stealing reality to achieve art

The Larcenist

Volume II, Issue 2

(April/May, 2015)

ISBN: 978-1-329-06472-0

Editors:

Audrey Rey (poetry, stageplay)

Mina Hunt (prose, stageplay)

Illustrations: Hana Mori

License: Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 2.0

Cover illustration based on the poem Truth by Max Reagan.

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Poetry

Fran Marie Farnstrom

An Invitation for Sun

an old- checkered umbrella

tattered and worn, sits

in front of a tightly closed closet

dripping  onto

the polished floor in the foyer

laden with heavy relentless rains

it has seen too much in a lifetime

heard too many undercover conversations

of sorted secrets revealed

comforted so many beneath its dome

with a strong grip on the storms of reality

while holding hands and tears

with the  past and present

wishing it could catch

that one bright ray of light

yet the rain keeps falling

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Marie Anzalone

Written for a Living Poet: Hiding Elephants

Elephants could not hide in this room

there being neither space

nor breadth for their obfuscation,

and you would have

an obscure reference:

something Pliny the Elder

or Anne Sexton had to say

about the immutability of elephants

in general, or the natural history

on hand, of how many nerve endings

in the trunk tip

must be touched for their bulk

to respond to human stupidity

when usually they just ignore us

no matter how much we are in fact

awestruck by their presence.

But that perhaps is just your way-

you wake up one morning

to find the elephant has trampled

through the butter in the fridge

and instead of telling about it,

outright; you show us the evidence:

the damaged lettuce, which was

resting on the shelf underneath

the butter, greasy tracks

where he (for only he's get into

your fridge and fuck things up,

the she's of the world  know better)

slipped on the linoleum and skidded

to an abrupt halt

against the [now] broken radiator.

It was an elephant, all right

but in your wisdom

you'll leave us to guess

that important detail.

for dana, with love

Lighthouse

Do you remember?

I seem to recall a triple

sunrise somewhere

with you. We lit a fire on

the shores of a past tense.

Who could have known,

then, about lighthouses

that shine beacons across

the entirety of galaxies;

the pre and post memories

of human belonging?

Seduction: This Is How You Fall

This is how you see. For it begins with the 5 senses. The angle of a scapula in candlelight. Sculpted cheekbones. A pair of dark Latin Indian eyes full of trust, fear, beauty, gentleness, honesty, kindness. Real, not false, humility. Faith in you. [You!] Eyes that see the best in you, see you as Goddess, drink you in every time he looks at you. Who ever lived up to that? There is a sinewy suppleness in his back, leonine; he is a leopard, with sheathed claws and a playful nature. You see him trembling yet finding ground for his own courage. He does not back down; he is a man unafraid to ask for what he wants, the most sincere and dangerous kind. You touch his neck, his lips. He takes your fingertip lightly between his teeth, and electricity dances  a tango up your spine. You hold him to stop his shaking, you are aware of breathing, of his clean scent, of his warmth, of the confidence he has willed