Stick Figure Poetry Quarterly is journal that creeps up on you. Check it out to see what I mean. I love the background color. Thanks to the editor who liked my poem enough to put it first in last summer's issue.
The poem is called, "Old man stealing battered shrimp," which is pretty self-explanatory. I am not the old man in this case. Stealing is a bad thing, right? Should I have called the authorities on the old man? I did not.
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