Catalina by Richard King Perkins II Here we will awaken pulled upward like Natalie Wood from the sea. What should have been boffo is all kelp and algae drenched in Coke and Fanta. The moon is temporarily given an atmosphere on the sound stage where we first landed. Barely with voices, the thin sound pulverized between us, the dust of space, of performance hugs. Bio: Richard King Perkins II is a former Gary resident now living in Illinois. “I am a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. I have a wife, Vickie and a daughter, Sage. I am a three-time Pushcart nominee and a Best of the Net nominee and have had work appear in hundreds of publications, including The Louisiana Review, Bluestem, Emrys Journal, Sierra Nevada Review, Two Thirds North, The Red Cedar Review and The William and Mary eview. I have poems forthcoming in the Roanoke Review, The Alembic and Milkfist. My poem ‘Distillery of the Sun’ was awarded second place in the 201...
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