One poem by Shaun Leonard

Vinegar

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 Cúirt Festival Poetry Grandslam in 2012 and the North Beach Poetry Grandslam in 2013.