by Joan Colby

Skulls wrapped in bandanas

advertise the victims

of the holocaust of



Christine in her third

recurrence goes about bald

but beautiful in her defiance

of everything pink.


The compliant litanies

as if getting on the boxcar

of sisterhood might take you anywhere

but the death camps.


Christine in Dubai says

this place is a marriage

of Vegas and Disneyland.


A veneer upon the everlasting

deserts. Christine says, here

I will always be a stranger

embracing the loneliness of knowing

for sure what I will die of.


Joan Colby has published widely in journals such as Poetry, Atlanta Review, South Dakota Review, The Spoon River Poetry Review, New York Quarterly, the new renaissance, Grand Street, Epoch, and Prairie Schooner. Awards include two Illinois Arts Council Literary Awards, Rhino Poetry Award, the new renaissance Award for Poetry, and an Illinois Arts Council Fellowship in Literature. She was a finalist in the GSU Poetry Contest (2007), , Nimrod International Pablo Neruda Prize (2009, 2012), and received honorable mentions in the North American Review's James Hearst Poetry Contest (2008, 2010). She is the editor of Illinois Racing News,and lives on a small horse farm in Northern Illinois. She has published 11 books including The Lonely Hearts Killers, The Atrocity Book and her newest book from Future Cycle Press—“Dead Horses.” FutureCycle has just published “Selected Poems” . A chapbook “Bittersweet” is forthcoming from Main Street Rag Press next winter.


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