All sorts of witchcraft
She made her own luck,
planned around the psychic
which art in heaven.
A concussion is going to be all we have to go on.
Some sort of magic all right or not—
there’s always music.
If she could sit on her ass and cry,
God could find some good songs,
some tea, maybe.
She’s in this picture, blinking behind those
things she can tell, willing to believe
traight through the morning.
Start all over:
nobody’s going to expect a girl
so nice she can’t dirty her hands.
In no time she runs and tells
the river, thrown in the water,
headed for home.
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This is a found poem using speech and quotations from the following sources:
• Duncan, Lois. Killing Mr. Griffin. Revised Paperback ed. New York: Little, Brown, 2010. 150-152, 156, 158, 160. Print.
• Duncan, Lois. Locked in Time. Revised Paperback ed. New York: Little, Brown, 2011. 137-138, 142-145. Print.
• Duncan, Lois. The Third Eye. 2nd ed. New York: Bantam Doubleday Dell for Young Readers, 1984. 136-137, 143-144. Print
Dirty linen
For hours I tried calling you.
It seemed natural two nights ago.
You got to see fingerprints. You were standing.
The time may turn. Take an hour and come with me,
here and alive right now. I should have
exposed pure chaos.
I can’t imagine a madhouse—
keep reminding me it’s bound to follow you,
like reliving that morning
Just as I fell, I saw you;
I can see why you never returned.
I wanted to be able to forget.
I’m not going to try that again.
Did you hear? A ghost won’t go away;
I didn’t make that happen.
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This is a found poem using speech and quotations from the following source:
• Duncan, Lois. The Third Eye. 2nd ed. New York: Bantam Doubleday Dell for Young Readers, 1984. 135-139, 141-144. Print.
Enjoy your summer.
This morning they were driving,
didn’t want people around found each other.
I don’t know what it is with
Prince Charming, three weeks apart.
Until he gets back, you’d better
come along, remember when she was seventeen.
Quite a way from there hey only drove down to
imagine where else she would go.
Arrange the return at a time like this;
I guess she’s seventeen; too young to be thinking.
If he could only have the coast,
give up so completely, the wind criticizing.
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This is a found poem using speech and quotations from the following sources:
• Duncan, Lois. Don't Look Behind You. New York: Bantam Doubleday Dell for Young Readers, 1990. 5, 7, 9-10. Print.
• Duncan, Lois. I Know What You Did Last Summer. Revised Paperback ed. New York: Little, Brown, 2010. 2-3, 6. Print.
• Duncan, Lois. Summer of Fear. 2nd ed. New York: Bantam Doubleday Dell Books for Young Readers, 1990. 14-19. Print.
E. Kristin Anderson is author of eight chapbooks of poetry including A Guide For The Practical Abductee (Red Bird Chapbooks 2014) PRAY, PRAY, PRAY: Poems I wrote to Prince in the middle of the night (Porkbelly Press, 2015), Acoustic Battery Life (ELJ Publications, 2016), Fire In The Sky (Grey Book Press 2016), She Witnesses (dancing girl press, 2016) and We’re Doing Witchcraft (Hermeneutic Chaos Press, 2016). Her nonfiction anthology, Dear Teen Me, based on the popular website, was published in October of 2012 by Zest Books (distributed by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt) and her forthcoming anthologies are, Hysteria: Writing the Female Body (Sable Books) and Come As You Are (ELJ). She is currently a poetry editor for Found Poetry Review and is the new Special Projects Manager at ELJ. She has published poetry in many magazines worldwide, including Juked, Nashville Review, Ambit, [PANK], Asimov’s Science Fiction, and Cicada and has work forthcoming in American Journal of Nursing and Kindred. She grew up in Maine, lives in Austin, Texas, and blogs at EKristinAnderson.com.