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We Have a WINNER!!!

After reading the many submissions that arrived from coast to coast, the semi-sober judges of Six Ft. Swells Press, have unanimously chosen the winner of the 2014 Who Left Who Poetry contest!  The last poem submitted minutes to the midnight deadline, stood out; alone like Achilles on the battlefield, a true poetry champion that caused us to raise our glasses high and remember that poetry can kick ass…you will certainly be seeing more from this poet.  The Winner…Madeline Levy!!!  We are proud to publish her and she will receive a signed copy of our latest release, “The Girl Who Left You” by Amber Decker.     And now the winning poem:

The Glass is Always Half-Full, When It’s Not Around

As I drove through the Interstates,
I fell in love with you.

Your annoying habits
became endearing.
I started to admire the way
you yell in public.
Started to miss
closing the toothpaste cap
every morning.

I had to cross
the Mason-Dixon line
to realize
how beautiful you are–

when I’m leaving.

Madeline Levy is from Fair Lawn, New Jersey currently living in New Orleans, LA. She’s a waitress at Sweet Lorraine’s Jazz Club, where she barely ever spills wine on her customers. Her voice is commonly compared to Fran Drescher from The Nanny, and she’s still trying to figure out if that’s a compliment or an insult.  When she’s not reading, writing, or laughing at her own jokes, Madeline enjoys successfully taking only one trip into the house with all her groceries, pretending to get references she’s never heard before and when her favorite coffee shop employee actually sees her putting a buck in the tip jar.
Madeline writes spoken word, and performs sporadically.  Lately, she has been experimenting with shorter, meant-for-the-page-type poems. She was inspired by Todd Cirillo and his book “Sucker’s Paradise”, which made her feel all types a weird. In a good way!

Maddie

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The Blues Just Ain’t the Same Without You Baby….

This one is still for you….who remains my musical junkie equal.

Who Knew

There are days

when we

will put on nothing but

Sonny Boy, The Wolf,

Mississippi John Hurt,

Muddy, Son House,

John Lee Hooker

and, of course,

Robert Johnson.

She will pick an album

then I will pick an album.

We will go through

breakfast, lunch

and dinner,

kissing in between,

laying in the grass

talking about clouds,

holding hands,

alternately putting

our heads into

each other’s lap.

In the background–

cotton fields, trains,

devils, jealous lovers

and broken hearts.

Who knew

the Blues

could make us

this happy?

–Todd Cirillo

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