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Here you will find prose and poems (plus occasional announcements by staff) published in The Toucan literary magazine, a small but mighty zine-y lit mag from Chicago and two probably clinically insane Columbia College students. We publish well-written, sometimes serious, sometimes zany pieces that we, the editrices (yes, we are editrices, we like the sound of that) would want to read. No, seriously, we mean the last part. Emerging writers are more than welcome (we're still emerging ourselves), and so is Joyce Carol Oates. We only encourage you to submit something you enjoyed writing, that you think deserves to make friends with other fantastic word creations...and ask that you read at least part of our magazine before you submit.

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Liz and Laura, Toucan Editrices

Friday, December 2, 2011

The Macho Poet, Daniel Shapiro

My soul is an 18-wheeler,
my words decals of women
with their legs in the air.
I drown sissy egg metaphors
in ketchup. My relationships
last as long as I can hold my hand
over a flame. They never burn.

My sunsets are various shades
of whiskey, sunrises undefined.
I always seem to miss them.
My nights are as black as leather
worn by that guy in Judas Priest—
before I knew he was gay.
I cry myself to sleep.
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