17

a little death

lipstick angels
hugging me with their lips
at least in part

tongues of
she’s us
track across
where the crown drips

tongue of
she’s us
i die for thee
sweet angel
of delight
full
whore of eternity.

By Stephen Morse

Stephen Morse has a Master’s degree in Creative Writing
from San Francisco State University
(sometime in the 70’s— paid for by members of the Ghirardelli family
who prefer to remain anonymous),
studied and drank with Robert Creeley, Charles Simic,
and Thom Gunn and anyone else hanging around North Beach,
Berkeley, Oakland, and Hayward at the time.

Currently Associate Professor, General Education,
Brown College, Minneapolis, MN since 1989,
and Editor and publisher of the web based ezine, juice online.

Juice Magazine in the print format began in 1975
(awarded several grants by the Coordinating Council of Literary Magazines,
a funding arm of the National Endowment of the Arts).
Morse has published in The Saturday Review, Granite, The Wormwood review,
and countless (literally uncounted) small literary magazines, both print and online,
and has had radio play, and a three-act play produced
and performed in Minnesota where he now lives with his poet wife,
Judy Brekke, and the rest of the family.