Look-horror: eye line of mouth. Squeeze back. Flesh ripple. Extrude.
Forget.
Now: google a crime scene photo. Axe to head. Shotgun face. Bathtub meat. Blank. Google a suicide note. I LOVE YOU. Look-horror: reach towards ?
GO TO YOUR BATHROOM.
Cry semen.
10:59
Sweetest day of my life is stolen by the sun who saw me and chose to rise two hours late. Everybody stops to look not at me. I am dull gold as if I did not already my own skin. Do you know how long it takes to grow courage to steal from the one you might love? 4 generations. My mother might leave me where she found me and the shame might be archived as a hymn. At least now I am the only one who is not blinded; I am too Continue reading “The sun, who stole my secret to raise me by Amara Amaryah”
In Anton Newcombe’s studio in Berlin, there was a typewriter. On this typewriter was a faded, dusty note that read, Everyone should be shipwrecked once in their life.
These words had an unsettling effect on me. Whether I understood it at the time or not, my ship was already on the rocks.
Continue reading “Essaouira Diary by Finn Lafcadio O’Hanlon”
“Father, there are no palm branches.”
“How did you let that happen? Never mind, bring me the ashes.”
The deacon dutifully brought the marble jar before scurrying away to hide behind the altar’s red velvet throne. Father Orson pulled off the heavy lid to survey the contents before tucking the jar under his arm like a slaughter hog.
Continue reading “Intinction by Amy Barnes”
after the FLUXUS Performance Workbook
1. All performers conduct a different hygiene routine: floss, clip toenails, wash hands, put on deodorant, shave, pluck eyebrows, etc. They may trade routines in a fugue-like pattern if they wish. Their tempo should correspond to the movements of a symphony.
Continue reading “Ten Simple Instructions for Complex Acts by William Cordeiro”
Interior Sea
The waters receded, new monsters
arrived. A planet in repair delivered
its goods, abiding every honest
course, nothing due nothing.
Electric overcast sky. I’m tripping with Doug and Derald, last Sunday, June. They’re impossibly beautiful, these two brown-eyed men, lit up by a new romance. We’ve abandoned the crowds at Civic Center for a patch of grass between the Opera House and the War Memorial. Sprawled on our backs we’re plugged into the Golden Gate, three Continue reading “Trip №3 by Brian Thorstenson”
Where the Desert Met the Sea
…………..I had a dream where the desert met the sea. Imagine it—a shore of fleshy dust filled with creosote and mesquite, limbs small and fragile like those of the starving. My skin began to feel as though coated with fire, and the chair of earth I sat upon crumbled Continue reading “A Prose Poem and A Poem by Laura Stringfellow”
I meditate separately. I read enclosed.
together we try to watch a panoramic video of a lunar eclipse. there’s a second where we both hold still phone aligned with the moon
on an empty side street you sit in your car & inter questions about the lost causes of poetry, as the windows are touched by bay mist Continue reading “The Private Study & Interior Architecture by Beau W. Beakhouse”
after Dalton Day
[The stage is a stage at the center of a tent that is also a stage in an academic building that is also a stage within an office in a skyscraper that is also a stage underwater that is also just a normal stage in a concert hall or a theater or something like that. The stage is all of these places at once and both YOU and ME are on the stage. Continue reading “One Act Play In Which The Stage Is In Many Places At Once But Only For You by Rob Colgate”
I Adonis Am
Glass Gladiaterroir
POSIlilliLiiiTT Axiomatic
Acoustic Axis Cis Turin Shrouding
“Those who do not move, do not notice their chains.” – Rosa Luxemburg
My wife and I left Berlin as winter set in.
Our residence visas had expired. We were broke. Bailiffs were at the door. We had just enough money to make a run for it. I gave notice to the utility companies and our health insurer, forwarded our mail to a cancelled mailbox, and closed our bank account.
Continue reading “Notes From The Drift by C.C. O’Hanlon”
NIGHT FRUIT
It ends with oranges, as
I work my way up,
inside, rise to
this closed-eye occasion.
This citrus coronation.
The cotton softly covering
the places you pry and I leak.
Continue reading “Two Poems by Adriana Stimola”
We moved somewhere cold. Very cold.
Because I wanted a job choosing the noise that keyboards make. Away from the toy factory.
It was part of a plan like many thing were at the time. You start with the noises made by the keys and then you work your way up to implementing vowels. I’d done my dissertation on it.
We both thought it might be fine to live in another language.
Continue reading “A Different Branch by Christopher John Eggett”
He recognizes painted eyes like green
irises mythologized over a decade and
a half ago — the speckled girl, sixteen,
he used to know — acquainted, where you stand
in her place, in your hand replica, bisque,
familiar face, unblemished cheeks, unbloomed
by his demonic lips. Lunar eclipse Continue reading “Womannotated – An Ancestral Love of Boyish Bees (Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream)”
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I beseech you, Our Lady
……………of the 2 Factor. I
receive innumerable torrents
……………of bits, impulses which jam
your perpetual—
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Continue reading “/**Prayer for Validation*/ by Catherine Fletcher”
(A recipe inspired by Selah Saterstrom)
Reheat the oven to 250, and dump Devil’s Food powder into a silver bowl. Steal some lipstick from Walgreens, wine red, scarlet red. Don’t forget to purchase a pack of Parliaments. Apply the lipstick and smoke a cigarette while you mix the cake. Add a heavy thumb of rum to the mix, the rum that you bought that night after. Gather yolks. Seven goldhalf globes, unborn. Drop them one by one into the bowl. Don’t cry. When Continue reading “How to Make a Supermoist Chocolate Cake by Julia Talen”
BURNING HOUSE PRESS 