Episode 72: Just the Tip
b'Let\\u2019s start by celebrating our democratic editorial policy by seeing which of the many titles we came up we should use! \\u201cBag O\\u2019Wigs,\\u201d \\u201cJust the Tip,\\u201d or \\u201cI Find it Aching (Oh, Yeah)?\\xa0\\nThis week\\u2019s podcast consisted of three of our \\u201cwell-hydrated\\u201d original members, the OGs, Kathleen, Marion and Jason, along with the co-op, Britt. At the center of our table were poems by Sarah Browning, who allowed us to dissect her poems like a turkey (see below) on Thanksgiving.\\xa0\\nThe first poem up for discussion was \\u201cFor the turkey buzzards,\\u201d which Marion described as \\u201cghasty but beautiful\\u201d (both the buzzards themselves and the images in the poem). We\\u2019ve provided you with an image so will understand why Britt would never want to be reincarnated into one. This poem possessed metaphors that had our crew members meeting at a crossroads. Be sure to listen in to find out our destination (aha-see what I did there?).\\xa0\\nWe skipped the main course and jumped right to desert as we discussed the poem \\u201cDesire.\\u201d Let\\u2019s just say Kathleen was a little too excited to volunteer to read this one! This brought back childhood memories for Britt, as it reminded her of evocative songs like Candy Shop by 50 Cent and Ego by Beyonc\\xe9. It even had us playing the roles of relationship counselors as we tried to get into the head of the woman going through such terrible heartbreak.\\xa0\\nLastly, we deliberated \\u201cAfter I Knew,\\u201d a soap-opera-like piece that will certainly get you in the feels, if you were not in it already.\\xa0\\nJust when we thought things could not get anymore steamier, Kathleen brought up a dream by Bryan Dickey\\u2019s (a family friend of PBQ) partner, but that is one you must listen in to learn more about. We are so excited for you guys to tell us your interpretations of this scandalous dream. Furthermore, should this dream be turned into a poem or has enough been said?\\xa0\\nIs purse slang for the vagine? Could Marion\\u2019s cat sitter be no ordinary cat sitter, but\\u2026a spy?\\xa0\\nOkay, okay! You have read enough here; go listen.\\xa0\\n\\xa0\\nWe are SO SAD we have bruises from beating our breasts, but \\u201cDesire\\u201d was snapped up by Gargoyle before we got to Sarah!!! We\\u2019ll put the hyperlink here when it goes up, but until then, check Gargolye out anyway.\\xa0\\nWe are SO HAPPY that Sarah agreed to our edit of \\u201cTurkey Buzzards\\u201d that the neighbors complained about our dancing (to \\u201cCandy Shop\\u201d and \\u201cEgo,\\u201d of course.\\xa0\\nUntil next time, Slushies!\\n\\xa0\\n\\xa0\\n\\xa0\\n\\n\\n\\n\\n\\n\\nSarah Browning stepped down as Executive Director of Split This Rock in January 2019, after co-founding and running the poetry and social justice organization for 11 years. She misses the community but not the grant reports\\u2026 Since then she\\u2019s been vagabonding about the country, drinking IPAs in Oregon, sparkling white wine in California, and bourbon in Georgia. She\\u2019s also been privileged to write at three residencies, Mesa Refuge, the Lillian E. Smith Center (where she won the Writer-in-Service Award), and Yaddo. She is the author of\\xa0Killing Summer\\xa0(Sibling Rivalry Press, 2017) and\\xa0Whiskey in the Garden of Eden\\xa0(The Word Works, 2007) and has been guest editor or co-editor of\\xa0Beltway Poetry Quarterly, The Delaware Poetry Review,\\xa0and three issues of\\xa0POETRY. This fall she begins the MFA program in poetry and creative non-fiction at Rutgers Camden.\\n\\n\\n\\n\\n\\n\\n\\xa0\\n\\xa0\\n\\xa0\\nFor the turkey buzzards\\n\\xa0\\nwho rise ungainly from the fields,\\n\\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 red heads almost unbearable\\n\\xa0\\nto regard, crooked and gelatinous,\\n\\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0how they circle their obsession\\n\\xa0\\non the scent of the winds, always\\n\\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 circling back, returning to settle\\n\\xa0\\non that one dead thing that satisfies,\\n\\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0the past to be pecked and pondered \\u2013\\n\\xa0\\nforsaken fare for others, but for\\n\\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0the scavenger the favored meal \\u2013\\n\\xa0\\nlike us, the poets, who eat at the table\\n\\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 of forgetfulness, ask the dead\\n\\xa0\\nto nourish us, beg forgiveness\\n\\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 as we circle and swoop, descend,\\n\\xa0\\nfold our wings, bend to the maggoty flesh,\\n\\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0 \\xa0gorge on the spoiled, glistening feast\\n\\xa0\\n\\xa0\\n\\xa0\\nDesi'