Scott Urban |
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The September Editor's Pick Poet is Scott Urban Please feel free to email Scott at: surban1874@yahoo.com |
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PHOTOBOMB They had pulled off the road Her smile was so wide She hugged him as tightly The breeze blew back her hair They stood on the pebbly shore and smiled for the gleaming he held out, trying to blindly frame And for a tenth of a second plow into him with my grille propel him into the November water cleave her hip, scour her perfect brow and cheeks I’d exit the car, crouch beside her like a jackal, and bring her bruised lips to my ear. I’d want to say something, and snap the pair of us, making sure to get PISSPENNY So someone came in I didn’t notice it So this stranger, I knew it was more than “TOURISTS ON FLORIDA SCUBA DIVE LEFT BEHIND” you surface might as well chin, cheeks, atlantic spiked all you recall when you finally emerged and now you remember
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Scott Urban lives amid southeastern Ohio’s mist-shrouded forests and occasionally writes things down. His most recent collection is God’s Will (Mad Rush Books), available through the bookstore at Lulu.com. By day he works with troubled youth and by night he sleeps in an Amish farmhouse, which isn’t haunted—yet. "Scott Urban paints words with raw energy and delivers a compelling experience." -- Jeani Rector Scott's new book of fiction: Bloody Show now available HERE
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