Exciting LIMP WRIST News!

Limp Wrist will offer a $150 scholarship via a poetry contest to a high school Senior who identifies as LGBT, and I am happy to announce my mentor and friend, Dr. Beth Gylys, as the has agreed to be our inaugural judge. Beth Gylys has had her work published in numerous journals, anthologies, received a mention in Drury’s Poetry Dictionary as well authored two award winning poetry collections: Spot in the Dark and Bodies that Hum.

In addition to the winning poem being published in LW, I am excited to announce a twist to the first annual scholarship. The winner of the scholarship will also win a spot at the 2009 Juniper Summer Writing Institute— all thanks and praise to the fantastic Dara Wier for believing in LW enough to make this opportunity possible for a lucky youth who happens to identify as LGBT.

Since LW is going to send a lucky senior to Juniper in 2009, we need your help in the fundraising arena. Please click here to see how you can support LW and help make the inaugural scholarship a successful reality.

Rules for Students Entering the Contest:
~ Student must identify as a member of the LGBT community.
~ Student must be a high school senior at the time the poem is submitted.
~ Student must have a teacher submit an email from a school email address verifying that the student is a senior or provide another form of evidence verifying the student’s status as a senior.
~ Only one poem of no more than 75 lines may be submitted in the body of an email. The poem should be submitted to dustin@limpwristmag.com, and the subject line must read “LW Sholarship” with the student’s first and last name.
~ The poem submitted should not be previously published or have won a previous contest.
~ The student must be willing to attend the 2009 Juniper Summer Writers Institute.
~ The email must include the following statement: “The poem submitted is my own original work and has not been previously published.”
~ The submission email must also include the student’s name, mailing address, school name, and the name of teacher submitting his/her verification email.
~ All submissions must be received by 12/15/08.

"Dinner Party Horror" ~ Denise Duhamel

Dinner Party Horror

After dessert, my friends and I try to figure out the order in which we would die in a horror movie.

Stan, the aggressive male, would be murdered first. His macho-ness would lead him out into the woods or up into the attic, unprepared for what he’d find there. Chatty Peg would go next—too innocently boisterous. She’d walk right up to the killer and try to make friends. Then David would go, through no fault of his own, but because he’s black—sorry to say, minorities never make it to the end of horror films. Susan would also meet a grisly fate because (she admits this herself) she’s a bit of a slut and sluts are always punished in movies.

It’s down to Mary and me—I think she’d be the lone survivor since she’s the most likeable. She thinks I’d be the lone survivor since I’m the most likeable. And surely, if one of us were to die, it would be as she tried to save the other.

Then Stan says, Before you start congratulating yourselves, remember, one of your two bitches has to be the killer.

We are horrified. Did he really say bitches?

It’s a joke, he assures us.

David chimes in, It’s definitely an outside killer. Not Mary or Denise. Besides, Susan says her autopsy shows she was molested before she was butchered, so that means her killer was male, right?

Peg says Wait!—maybe Stan stabbed his twin right off to fool us, and he’s not really dead, but has been lurking as the killer in the movie all along. Stan likes the idea of his character coming back in the final scene. David still thinks it’s an outside job. Mary says the whole conversation is giving her the creeps. Anyway, she has to get up early in the morning. She gets up from the couch and reaches for her car keys.

Wait! Don’t go out there alone!

I tried to warn her, but she wouldn’t listen.

WHY DO I WRITE ~ Paul Hostovsky

WHY DO I WRITE ~ Paul Hostovsky

Why do I write? You know, I often ask myself that same question. Why do I insist on spending so much time thinking about and writing and rewriting the poems? I have been accused of never wanting to DO anything; I have been told to my face that all I ever think about are my stupid clever poems. I think we poets are very annoying people. Picky, picky, picky. If not for the poetry, I don’t think I’d have anything to do with us. I suppose I write because I have to write. To tell you the truth, I’d rather build houses or play the oboe. But I don’t know how to build houses or play the oboe. But I do know how to write poems. So I write them. Because I have always written. Because I’m happiest when I’m writing. Because I’m always thinking of something else, something a little off the point. I’m one of those people you sometimes see sitting alone in restaurants and on trains, mouthing the words to themselves. The words to what? Are they rehearsing or something? Are they crazy? Yes and no. They are in love. In love with the words. The words that live in the mouth. I am making love to the words, with my mouth. If it looks a little
obscene, a little dangerous, well, it probably is. I think it’s even illegal in some places.

LIMP WRIST #2 ~ The Complete Info

Dustin Brookshire Interviews:
Denise Duhamel

Reviewed in the Blurb by Charles Jensen:
David Trinidad’s The Late Show

Poets in Issue 2:
Ellen Bass
Kurt Brown
Nick Carbo
Karen Chase
Jeffrey Conway
Kate Evans
Jessica Hand
Larry Kaplun
Genevieve Lyons
Gillian McCain
Khadijah Queen
Robert Siek
David Trinidad
Timothy Wright

Prose Writers in Issue 2:
Paul Lisicky
Eric Sasson
Kelly Thompson