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Born to Chunk
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Liz Dolan


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This Sussex County country boy knows how
to weld scrap into a cross
between a trebuchet and a carny ride
knows how to pick the perfect gourd
from his fecund field, knows how to win
the trophy of the chubby, bearded man
sportin’ a pumpkin over his head like Atlas.
 
Wants to show it off to Alice
who listens as he plucks his guitar
Ground Control to Major Tom.
His hair slicked back in a pony tail
he brushes hers into a black fall.
 
He pushes her wheelchair
down the ramp he built  
longs to hear her rattly gasp
when he catapults his orange ammo
and splits the buttermilk sky.
 
© by Liz Dolan.
Used with the author’s permission.
 
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 Liz Dolan, a retired English teacher who lives in Rehoboth, Delaware, has won numerous awards for her work, including five Pushcart nominations. As director of an alternative school in the Bronx, where she was born and raised, Liz helped increase attendance from 65 percent to 90 percent by initiating a daily program of writing across the curriculum. Mother of two and grandmother of nine--who "pepper her life," says Liz--she devotes several days a week to babysitting in between composing poetry, short stories and memoirs.

 


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rosemarysheridan:
hi liz your friend from long beach
Posted 11/24/2013 08:36 PM
rosemarysheridan:
hi liz YOUR FRIEND FROM LONG BEACH
Posted 11/24/2013 08:36 PM
Larry Schug:
Concise and beautiful, Liz. Your words stirred something in me.
Posted 11/03/2012 07:57 AM


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