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Two poems


White Torture Unlike an electrocutor trap that instantly kills the incandescent bulb welcomes with its warm light and the bedazzled moth loses all sense of self.

Feminism

While the shepherd ties up the hooves of a suffolk

the insolent son blows to seduce a milkmaid and were the old man to rival for what lies under her skirt the unhappy swain swore to strike his sagging scrotum but then, outshines all potential competition with a panpipe

and unamused, she tosses away the end blown flute.

 

Anum Sattar is a senior studying English at the College of Wooster in Ohio, USA. Her poems have been published The American Journal of Poetry (Margie), Ribbons, South Florida Poetry Journal, Door is a Jar, Typehouse Literary Magazine, The Charles Cater: a working anthology, 50 Haikus, Stuck in the Library, Broadkill Review, Poetry Life and Times, Triggerfish Critical Review, Packingtown Review, Blithe Spirit, The Mythic Circle, HOBART, SurVision Magazine, Literary Juice, Coal City Review, Crack the Spine, Lowestoft Chronicle, Taj Mahal Review, FIVE 2 ONE: An Art and Literary Journal, The Linnet's Wings, Ragazine, Better than Starbucks! The Florida Review, Grey Sparrow Press, Oddball Magazine, Artifact Nouveau, Off the Coast, Strange POEtry, Between These Shores Literary & Arts Annual, Conceit Magazine, A New Ulster, The Cannon's Mouth, The Journal of Contemporary Anglo-Scandinavian Poetry, Wilderness House Literary Review, Poydras Review, The Cadaverine, Verbalart: A Global Journal Devoted to Poets & Poetry, The Wayne Literary Journal, The Ibis Head Review, Avocet: A Journal of Nature Poems, Poets Bridge, Deltona Howl and Tipton Poetry Journal. She won the first Grace Prize in Poetry and the third Vonna Hicks Award at the college. Whenever possible, she reads out her work at Brooklyn Poets, Spoonbill and Sugartown Bookstore, Forest Hills Library in New York City and the Cuyahoga Valley Art Center at Cuyahoga Falls, OH. And she was recently interviewed at Radio Free Brooklyn.

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