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my newest thing is called ‘four’- it is not a whole creature but a combination of my last four publications. clever title. I am sorry it’s 12.00- I am always sorry. it is available on Lulu, along with others.
and, some poems, from:
~
(---)
a palm reader
with mouths
to feed
does
my mother’s
nails. I overhear
I love
babies
but god
they live
so long.
-
my brothers will tell you
I avoid
capitalization
eating
in front of others
threesomes
-
who was it
asked
-
from whose memory were you erased?
~
[warm body]
her nightmare
from the era
of hibernation
revolves around
a baseball
made
by her husband
from the cobwebs
found
soaking
in the mouths
of babes
(mouths)
dry
from dreaming
of the sponge
bathed
by god
in the egg
of a spotless
crow
~
[fathers]
to see a stone
as ruin’s
pursuit
of aftermath
one must share
this dream
of arriving
on earth
to pray
~
[prose]
god was created to remember everything. so says the rock to the tooth starting small.
-
there is a gallery of unfinished work and a space for the baby to crawl through.
-
her feet stick out of the mirror she’s been using to give birth.
-
lost: frostbite. lost: space suit.
will work
for feeding
tube.
-
holy asthma
holy
crossbones
-
old hat
this human
head.
~
[black sites]
we indeed
are deaf
from going
****
the floor is writing on the earth
it is better
than having
roaches
childbirth
comes to
in a bat
dying
in a pillowcase
for what
the weeping
flightplan
of a drunk
stork…
what tree cannot reach
mother scratches
with a broom
~
[cries]
we are
each one of us
the smallest
person
on earth
one is never too old
for god, never
too old
to surveil
the deaf
/ I know from your palm
what your hand
will drop, mother
cooks only
meat, father
is every
nightmare
she has
of her exodus
from apologue
/ having populated
the myth
of ******
the baby is empty
~
(also, in the non self-published realm of credence, **** Press published in April 2016 my chapbook [infant*cinema], which is available on the **** Press site)