Poetry - Issue 14 | February 2012


by Ricky


We listen when he picks up the brush. And then we watch when he puts it down. When he falls down, we gasp. When he gets up, if he does, we clap our hands.

About the author

Ricky Garni’s pen name is a really clever combo between a pasta that is often served al dente, and an obscure Italian barbershop in Liverpool, England, home of the mop tops. His work can be found in Elimae, Labletter and here.

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