Monday, August 13, 2012

Rauan Klassnik

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She crept up behind you & tied yr hands behind yr back. Pulled yr pants off, & started to jerk you off. Fields of clouds, striped red & yellow, springing up all around you. This, anyways, is what you told the police. & how it hurt. & how it really hurt. Till she was bent up against a tree. A temple reclaimed by the jungle. If she was alive now, you said, she’d apologize. & then go at you again.


Rauan reads:




Rauan confesses: I like to watch crime documentaries and sometimes, in the heat of the moment, I scribble down notes that may find their way into my poems. One night, in my Vegas hotel room, scarfing down tubs of ice cream mixed with hot Doritos, I jotted down such notes.


RAUAN KLASSNIK lives in the Pacific Northwest as a conscientious lumberjack. His first book, Holy Land, released from Black Ocean in early 2008. His next book (The Moon’s Jaw), also from Black Ocean, is due out by the end of 2012.

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