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Supplication
by Devon Miller-Duggan

[prose poem]A little genesis, please. It’s the ink, Lord. It feels like you forgot to make the ink make the words. Let it not be my brain gone desiccated as a desert hermit’s throat. Let inspiration flow like incarnation, like respiration, like substantiation. If ink were blood and blood were wine and wine were bloodline, we’d have wine and proses, for which I’d settle, Lord of Schrodinger’s cat and quantum physics, dustbunnies and chocolate. You be the needle, I’ll be the dread. Please, any thread. I’ll be the field, you’ll be the scream in the first line. Send streams, reams, trickles. You be mother, I’ll be styled any school you want to scold me into. What of me is worth your attention? You be father, I’ll be puns. You be vinegar, I’ll be toil. I’ll be cat (herd-able), you’ll be, as usual, bog. I’m willing to slog. You be stars (infinite and sentient), I’ll be type—words in any holy font you want, your wont, sentences in stripes. And with these stripes, I will be healed. I have faith in paper and screen, faith in lines and breaks. May the words of my keyboard and the instruments of my heart be. You be the tongues, I’ll be the stutter. Peace=one poem. Lord=one poem more.

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 21, Issue 1.

devon-miller-duggan_sqDevon Miller-Duggan has had poems appear in Rattle, Shenandoah, Margie, The Indiana Review, The Hollins Critic and elsewhere. She’s won an Academy of American Poets Prize, a fellowship from the Delaware Division of the Arts, and an editor’s prize in Margie.

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Cider Press Review Volume 19, Issue 3 is Now Online

Indulge in poems by Kelly Cressio-Moeller, Devon Miller-Duggan, Alice B. Fogel, Mary Moore, Tim Miller, Kelly Lenox, Kathryn Merwin, Simon Anton Niño Diego Baena, Katie Riley, Gail DiMaggio, Diana Gordon, Suzanne Langlois, Eve Linn, Elizabeth Paul, and Avery M. Guess. New book reviews of A Provisional Map of the Lost Continent, by Gregory Mahrer (reviewed by Gwynn O’Gara) and Illusion of an Overwhelm by Jon Amen, (reviewed by Erica Goss).

Cider Press Review Volume 19, Issue 3

Laudete Verbum
by Devon Miller-Duggan

Tup, though charming, lacks the poison of F.
Bang, though violent, lacks the chuckle.
Plow’s too agricultural and stinks of barnyard.
Sleep with is, well, a snooze.
Coitus’s only used by those to dried to do it.
IT’s a fog, a screen, a wink, a cheat, a chicken.
Boink’s a cartoon—condoms and fireworks both in crates marked “ACME.”
Fornicate’s a crime, and mate’s what bees, trees, even educated fleas do.
Ditto procreate, though it biblically commands as well.
Hide the salami’s too busy laughing at itself to get to the meat of the matter.

Verbs, nouns, all cluck their tongues, all ducking meaning,
all stuck with one skill, 2-legged stools chucked across the room
in what won’t become a bar fight, trucked out in leets and burbelows,
a few of the ruck of euphemisms, puckish, schmucky, tucked up in
scientific covers, struck dumb by embarrassment. As if the word, in all its
infinite uses, snuck out its window and took off to smoke and drink
with other trashy euphemisims, or sucked itself down its throat
and chucked itself back up, unrecognizable,
instead of marching out, its own parade of every part and participle
words can huck across the laid-down lawn of language.

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 19, Issue 3.

devon-miller-duggan_sqDevon Miller-Duggan has had poems appear in Rattle, Shenandoah, Margie, The Indiana Review, The Hollins Critic and elsewhere. She’s won an Academy of American Poets Prize, a fellowship from the Delaware Division of the Arts, and an editor’s prize in Margie.

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