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| ***BIO*** Just Kibbe can neutralize, pluck, and eviscerate a chicken in less than five minutes. His muses are many. An ex-Marine, he was awarded the "Pizza Box" for his lack of prowess on the rifle range. The vice-grip, he's discovered, is next to duct-tape in godliness. By twisting a few arms, he found his way to Saint Mary’s College of California, from which he absconded with an MFA. His ability to legally, politely and professionally accept money in exchange for intellectual abilities continues to line his pockets. Just Kibbe, with two co-captains – Nate Mohatt & M. Thomas Russell – built his own ship, the Pirate Pig Press, which he’s learned is more difficult to steer than a bull through a heifer pen. But come hell or high water (and come they both do) Pirate Pig Press promotes the integration of the arts and sciences through a semi-sporadic journal of creativity: Behold: The Pirate Pig; an onslaught of pocket sized books, and performances known as
the “3-Ring Artist Circus.” He is a long way from that dairy farm in New Hampshire. And for butter or Worcestershire sauce, there is no going back home. Too many chickens under the hatchet. Too many cowbells over the fence. Too many poems through his neurons. Email: justinkibbe@yahoo.com. |
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| Death is a Fun Word |
| by Just Kibbe |
| Death is a fun word
to find in a poem, the immediate albeit honorable discharge hand to hand, hand to mouth, mouth to mouth causing pleasurable unrest difficult to restrain In the cemetery near the dead In the drugstore near the drugs hiding and seeking, sneaking and peeking, one lively little death every exit an entrance an ambiance, blessed with the next best death, best wishes, best bet in the chest near the nipple in the buttock near the anus in the face near the face bone upon bone of my happy pursuits |
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| June 2009 |
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