As a teenager, Kathryn Kulpa once tried to save a summer night in a Coke bottle. She has found that stories leak less, and work better at capturing tiny moments in time.
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► Kathryn's Origami micro-chapbook & selected excerpt are available below.
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Origami Micro-Chapbook |
Selected Poem(s) |
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Cover Photo: Vintageclothesonline.net
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I see you at the St. Jude’s carnival. It smells like
peanut allergy. You are three but look eighty. Bald
heads, burned faces: no one mindsmy old man son.
We ride the tilt-a-whirl, eat corn dogs. No one gives
me a medal. No one says, how brave of you to keep him.
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Kathryn Kulpa © 2014
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