Poems

Desmodus Rotundas, A Poem by Chris Russell

Thinking this life sucks the joy out of me the way a vampire bat sucks the blood out of a sleeping cow, I’m reminded of the leech that once attached itself to my leg and clung to me for hours before I felt an itch and realized it was slowly drinking me the way a […]

Shot, A Poem by Chris Russell

The syringe seems to scream out of its needled Proboscis as it approaches your arm, so terrified children are of this little guy some will gnash and scratch and destroy the windows to avoid being in the same room with one. If you listen closely, you can always hear one buzzing in the air around […]

Tortellini Face, A Poem by Chris Russell

Whenever I see someone walking a dog down the street my face turns into a Tortellini and I start to feel like I’m 9 again and about to protect an insecure kid from being punched in the back by a future crack addict bully on the playground. I think this might have something to do […]

The True Wife, A Poem by Chris Russell

My family would sit in the living room on Thanksgiving when I was 12. We’d stare out the windows and occasionally smile at each other awkwardly, in between stuffing our faces with shrimp, nuts and the usual turkey fixings. Some of us would sit with our legs crossed and hold a drink, other turkeys would […]

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About

Chris Russell holds an MFA in Writing from Vermont College of Fine Arts and lives and works in Concord, New Hampshire. He is a recipient of the Book Prize in English from Plymouth State University, and his poems have been featured in The Cafe Review and Mouse Tales Press, among others. While known for being realistic, kind, funny and practical, he’s been seen playing a video a game or two, and strumming a guitar while singing some nonsense. Primarily, he divides his time between writing and assisting Concord public schools with children who have special needs. He enjoys eating.

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