Ed Higgins

five scifaiku

the moon’s peak–
spring’s shrill rut
a braying mist worm

scorching solar winds        all surface mining stopped

clone-soldiers
stand in straight ranks
in boring rain

oh, this replacement brain        still empty inside

leftover pin fruit–
high in the dar-dar tree
gathering star-wings

ED HIGGINS‘s poems and short fiction have appeared in various print and online journals, including Scifaikuest and multiple other haiku/short-form journals. He and his wife live on a small farm South of Portland, OR. He teaches writing and literature at George Fox University.

Liz Kicak

Girl Eaten by a Tree

Mark Ryden: Oil on Canvas, 2006

So sweet! Like peach nectar. Even her
bobby socks tasted like candy.

Strolling among whispery pines, larkspur
and honey-scented clover. A trio of skipping girls never suspected
that innocuous alcove in the oak, where robins fought
to lay their eggs, would soon be stuffed with one of them.

He was ravenous — starving, rooted in place.
He never hesitated to wrap his branches
around her slight waist and shovel her in
his open mouth. She flailed and kicked
but he ate her headfirst so the screaming was brief.

Her golden ringlets tickled the top of his throat.
He gagged and almost spit her out but then he got a taste
of the candied flesh. His bark breaking into her body — the joy
of the feast surpassing his best epicurean dreams.

Her shoulders, still in their blue silk frock,
slid down with ease. Each pearl button of her dress
gliding over his tongue. The slight puff of her belly,
her syrupy hips and thighs — thighs soaked
in peach nectar, soaked in maple sap!

At last, he is sated,
drowsy — not the least bit sorry.
Her doe-eyed, porcelain friends stagger away
with the buckles from her maryjanes.

LIZ KICAK lives in Tampa, FL. She received her MFA from the University of South Florida and is now the Assistant Director of the school’s Humanities Institute. Her poetry has appeared in New York Quarterly, Barely South Review, The Tulane Review, Southern Women’s Review, Palooka Literary Review, and others.

Poetry! This Is Your Last Warning!

Wouldn't you rather just write a poem?

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. Down one path lay your submission to JDP’s poetry issue. Down the other, a man-eating Rancor.

Look, we can’t tell you which road to take. Everyone must make that decision for themselves. But, goddamn, man-eating Rancor, right?

And, there are only three days left (give or take) to get your poetry submission in. After that the only option really is you as Rancor appetizer while another Gamorrean Guard marinates. And who wants that?

So to recap:

Step 1: Robert Frost, Bobby Drake, Jack Frost, Iceman

Step 2: Read the poetry issue guidelines.

Step 3: Read Joss Whedon’s Wesleyan commencement speech.

Step 4: Send us your poem before midnight on Saturday.

Step 5: Don’t die horribly while being gnashed between Rancor teeth.

UPDATED: Submissions are now closed.