Sometimes the real, in itself, is magical. We salute M. Waldi Marcel, gentil homme dachsund in the following little poem.
Waldi Marcel
Daschunds are hunters of the
Small. They like to root around
And crawl and climb and swim
And bark. They think they are
Great Danes.
But Waldi Marcel is a chocolate
Longhaired aristocrat. He
Has acupuncture, and is
Fond of cats. The whole house
Is his fainting couch. He takes
Anti-depressants because being
THIS sensitive is hard work. He
Is therefore – you can see this metaphor coming —
A sort of dachshund Hamlet.
(he sleeps and always dreams –
legs kicking, tail thumping;
no perchance about it).
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Stephanie Barbé Hammer is a prose writer, magical realist, and a committed, intermittent poet. A four-time nominee for the Pushcart Prize she has published work in Hayden's Ferry, Pearl, CRATE, Rhapsoidia, NYCBigCityLit, the East Jasmine Review, Apeiron, Inlandia, and the Bellevue Literary Review among other places. Her fabulist novel _The Puppet Turners of Narrow Interior_ appeared in March 2015 with Urban Farmhouse Press. Her poetry collection _How Formal?_ was published in 2014 with Spout Hill Press and her prose poem collection _SEX WITH BUILDINGS_ was published in May 2012 by Dancing Girl Press. Stephanie is addicted to teaching, and is currently co-editor for nonfiction at East Jasmine Literary Review.
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