S. Whitaker, from Volume 2:2

S. Whitaker's poetry has appeared in dozens of journals. He is the literary review editor for The Broadkill Review, and a member of The National Books Critics Circle. He is the author of three chapbooks of poetry. He lives on the Eastern Shore of Virginia.

Here is a taste of "Sleeper Agent Love Letter," one of Whitaker's two poems in Volume 2:2:

Every other word is truth. To cipher the weal
take a pen and scratch out eyes. To shade, to cross.
My ghastly toe-headed conspirator, the pale is the knife wiped clean. 

The vowels we speak are valves for your sweet breath...

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To read this poem and Whitaker's other piece, "Spoon Is Me," peruse Synesthesia Literary Journal Volume 2:2!