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Edward P. Clapp

Edward P. Clapp is a writer, artist and educator dedicated to using the literary word as a tool to empower communities. Edward has been a solo spoken word artist at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe and a featured reader at the East Hampton Guild Hall’s Summer Writers Series. Edward’s most recent publishing credits include Word Jig: An Anthology of New Scottish Fiction (Hanging Loose Press, 2003), Avocado (Heaventree Press, 2003) and Quarterlife (Quarterlife Arts, 2003) a new publication dedicated to highlighting the achievements of people in their twenties. Edward holds an MLitt in Creative Writing from the University of Glasgow. He teaches Writing and Literature for the City University of New York and the Art Institute of Philadelphia as well as Contemporary Scottish Fiction for New York University.

Edward splits his time between the cities of Philadelphia and New York.





GUITAR PICKS GET ME LAID

Always keep a guitar pick in your pocket with your spare change
that way, when you go to the café next to the bookstore,
beside the used clothing boutique
and she orders a black coffee, and you order a decaf chai latte, with 1% milk
and it costs $4.85

you can take four dollar bills from your wallet,
hand them to the cashier
then take out your change, hand the cashier
three quarters and a dime
toss the rest into the tip jar
and all that will be remaining in your hand
will be some lint, some sweat and your guitar pick
which you shove back into the front pocket
of your designer denim jeans.

While stirring three packets of sugar into your
chai latte she’ll ask: "do you play guitar?"
whether you do or not, say "ya…" with an attitude
then toss the wooden stir stick into the garbage,
cock your head back and chug your latte—
like the tattoo on your ankle didn’t hurt.



© Edward P. Clapp



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