Note on method: This poem was composed by laying a string over 4 prepared
panels on which were haphazardly arranged pages from various texts.
The string determined the words used and in which order they appear.
We have been in the ground where all the dead lie but Kay is not there—
From The Snow Queen—Hans Christian Andersen
She floats now among the little torches
sipping on sour sloe gin
that sets her teeth on edge—
in this forest of lasers and hanging lights,
in this party that doesn’t exist—
She thought she would find him
but she seems to have lost herself
in the sheets and mirrors and slides
These images are visual excerpts from Chimera, a cycle of visual poems exploring evolution.
Here
The kaleidoscope
of the pine tree
is opening.
There is no where to go.
It umbrellas me
moment to moment –
I cannot escape its dance.
If by fire
Of sooty coal th’ empiric alchymist
Can turn, or holds it possible to turn,
Metals of drossiest ore to perfect gold.
—Milton, Paradise Lost
L E A D
(Saturn ♄)
Pentatonic maelstroms finishing the holy chore—
Galgalimic vagabonds of the Magdalenic corps.
Angels pave the way for us; I thank God for this life—
The Guardian of this thresh holds my days in strife.
Blood-morphed creature in the holy sky—
Headless black raven gives a bleak reply.
Dearest Kali Yuga, Sovereign of the night-land marsh—
You open up my Heart Box, but the killings are so harsh.
Archangel and a purring Holy Flower—
Of his own children Saturn must devour.
Coffin dweller, Sat-urn-ine charmer—
Dig up the bones of the Divine Farmer.
Continue reading “Metal Heart (Alchemical Auto-Couplets) by Brad Baumgartner”
August 30th, 2019
No More Names
If you would follow, after dark, him and
his friends into the park — a boy who likes
to call you names, then make lewd demands,
midnight games. Mother said, “He’s so polite,”
his slick blonde hair, and Dad’s old spice, shirt tucked Continue reading “Womannotated – No More Names”
Neighbourly
the prick next door
makes sweet plum wine
and is good for you
same old shit
is a guest
but we regret to advise
are just like home except
fine without
the European Union
Becalming induces tedium which Philocteta would alleviate with consumerism
Jenny Martins
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Lisa Doran
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Folds. Folding down
together in a group: sliding them around on the floor.
Tilting like a choking child (oneself), two splitting arcs,
two folds
on the inside. In back of. Value? Untouch,
untouch in tree sky, someone in tree sky, tree sky . . .
the internal color
bobs as I walk, flashes. I
pinched the flesh into a little wing.
——-
a dirty word a dirty
bird a time to speak
to sacrifice fantasize do not
disguise or pretend do not decline poison
poison alas a dirty bird a dirty third
a vulture vulture defecates spits from his mouth
ties neat excrements with string repeats repeats
it is a need, no evil is wide, it is time for sweet
relief a hole inside a pot leaking leaking leaking
any decline is poison a no nonsense & no sense sense
it is time to end the first call dares there will be time &
boom in “What we call the beginning is often the end.”
And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where
we start from boom it in it is a need it is a need it is butter is *
*excerpts from T.S. Eliot And Gertrude Stein
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