Anjie Kokan

Fish Lines (compound abecedarium)

Afternoons with Dad and a tin can fizz
between fish stories and sips of Coke, stay
centered in my tackle box memoirs. Mix
Dad's singing in there and you got some wow
entertainment. Only us, no TV
filtering the background, just the guru
glitter of the sun on the lake, that tint
heavenly peace for the taking. Our lines
intersected short conversations; our
joys were a Snickers bar or Suzy-Q.
Keepers were always a bonus. We'd plop
live bass in the net for dinner to go.
Many times we stopped at Yankee Tavern.
Never told Mom a thing about the ma'am
on the bar stool or jokes on the cocktail
picture napkins. On the way home, we'd kick
quietly back, WKLJ
ringing the oldies, the day done, and I,
small and whole, content to pass that time through
the bounce of a pick-up and Dad's laughing
under the spell of ordinary stuff,
vividly glad, and solid as a tree
waving the light of a wild chirping bird.
Xeroxed in my mind and a bit off sync,
yesterday's moments rise from the heart slab,
zoom me to smiles over warm cups of tea.

Car Hop (alpha-box)

Ain't much shakin' going on, my hair's a limp frizz
yanked in a pony tail. Root beer with ice-cream dab,
creamy as your dreams, floats in a mug. In a mix,
wondering where I should deliver the next fried
entrees of Corky Burgers, my cleavage, small v
under my cherry smile, calls for a bit more stuff.
Great idea! I run and grab gobs of blanket-
soft tissue. I won't be out-tipped by blonde Sarah
in rush hour ever again. See these? Now I wear
Queen V. I'm your Be-bop-a-Lula as the DJ
kicks in the new hits. I flaunt a confident hop,
order curious eyes up past my skirt. How swell
my plan works, keeps quarters jigglin' in my apron.

Note: Alpha-box poems are Kokan's original creations that feature thirteen lines with all letters of the alphabet found in the first letter of each line and the last. Each poem has its own alpha pattern.


Anjie Kokan is an award-winning writer who publishes poetry and non-fiction. She enjoys trying to grow sunflowers as big as her house in Wisconsin where she lives with her poet husband and two children. She teaches English as a Second Language to adults and loves to facilitate creative writing workshops for all ages. Her work has appeared or is upcoming in publications such as Gravity Pulls You In, The Upper Room, and Toward the Light.


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