October 29, 2014

One poem by Shaun Leonard


she spenns time trine-a
fine-a apple ih me
n seedn ih n all
n alla time i be catchin flies
n cider by the roadside her
eyes waterin n she always makin fer the plans to grow
n why’m i nah? n i only lover n i
only vinegar
buh dohn blamey fer dah
she wooden, so wooden
she nah? so she nah
so why shud we?

Shaun Leonard, an MFA Poetry candidate at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, is originally from Ireland, where he competed in a number of slam poetry competitions, winning the CĂșirt Festival Poetry Grandslam in 2012 and the North Beach Poetry Grandslam in 2013.

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