JUSTIN W Price

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JUSTIN W Price Biography

Justin was born in August of 1980 in Portland, Oregon and currently lives in a Portland Suburb (Hillsboro) with my wife and two dogs. He lived in Las Vegas, Nevada for three years from 2003-2006. He is a theologically liberal lover of Jesus (think, Rob Bell) , a musician, a writer, a thinker, a cook and a lover.When he is not working on his novel of his latest poetry collection, his hobbies include literature, music, history, theology, politics, food, beer, cooking, karaoke, movies, and animals. Justin is currently an honors student, majoring in English with an emphasis on Creative Writing. He also works as a free lance writer and editor and a tutor of guitar and bass. When he graduates with his PhD, he will continue his career as a free lance writer, as well as begin a career as an adjunct or part time college professor, novelist and professional poet. His poem, Hot Pink Lipstick, will be featured in the march 2012 edition of efiction magazine. His short story, Lime Green Buddha, is featured in the February 2012 edition of efiction magazine. He was also profiled here recently. On his hub you're going to get mostly poetry and short fiction. I'm constantly editing and revising, so check back often, even if you've read the poem or story before: -) I also write here: http: //pdxkaraokeguy.hubpages.com and http: //pdxjprice.firstblog.blogspot.com. Please follow me there)

The Best Poem Of JUSTIN W Price

Hot Pink Lipstick

It was the first dead body I’d seen,
Waxy and soulless.
Hot pink lipstick,
I laughed at the choice.
Painted cheeks, rosy
like a doll.
Hands that had held mine
stroked my hair,
prepared my dinner,
now stiff, folded
and angelic, no longer capable
of love or embrace.
Red hair that had been dyed the day of her death,
her final living act, unknown. My grandmother
in a box lined with silk,
optimum comfort for the dead,
lips closed, unsmiling
blue eyes hiding behind shaded lids.
The sound of moans, sobs and hushed conversations.
Peace despite my fear.

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