Alfredo Barnaby

I have to be sure to highlight Alfredo Barnaby--he has a great poem in The Acentos Review, from February 2014 called "Late September in Lewiston, Idaho" here. He has such a sense of sensuality and physicality, but he also has a great sense of place. In this one, he especially has these incredible lines--I'll except a bit here:

[...]

hunched like death, night trudged on,

stars jingling on the breast, 

moon clasped with the lips.

[...]

brushed the barbwire of blackberry bush,

tore the sleeveless dress of a tree,

and from a bare shoulder

heard the road’s chest swell,

[...]

He also has a great poem "The Levee" here in Decomp Magazine with a incredible opening, it still makes me nervous. What a sense of Ted Hughes, one he really improved upon. He has quite the talent. Here's a quote:

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An eye that knew no dream
gazed me back my words.

Hours I bounced on its iris
as light fell in a slow dust.