30% off all print books on Lulu thru the 24th with coupon code of LULU30
some of mine are there, including:
~ shuteye in the land of the sacred commoner [& other poems]
~ MOON tattoo
~
poems, from:
[ally]
the robotic jaw
lifting otherness
from a hole
in a body cast
no litter
of bewitched
kittens, no wild
crop
of soundlings
angry
at the wrong
life
~
[tocsin]
the singlemost mother has heard of a skin cream can turn one into darkness.
a bar of soap that reads palms…
-
on display for the poker face of birth, you are the vision footage dies for.
-
you have this father
leaves
no stone
unseen
this brother
haunted
by surplus
aftermath…
-
before it was an ear, it was where
she scrubbed
~
[On contact]
hold kitten
like a rifle. pop
a paper sack
at your father’s
ear. ah, your father
who was made to kneel
for two
maybe three
things
(god, shrapnel) a flying saucer
from the wreckage of his church
~
[purlieu]
a bruise, a school
of fish. a caterpillar
crossing
the floor
of hell. a thought
sick
to a son’s
stomach, a winter
glove
in spider’s
nightmare.
~
[notes for eggshell]
beneath the tethered astronaut of his dream
the impossible boy
misses
something small
the human ear, its recent
brush
with whale
~
[domain] for Katherine Osborne
falsehoods
I was sure
to say
to a horse, things like
god is sending
his middle
child
to collect
a drop
of my daughter’s
blood, or
it’s a sin
to be
1989, things I felt
I owed
the horse, that were
horse-like
in their stillness, that went
nowhere
when nowhere
was
come fly
or flat
earth
the dark’s
*****
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 9:51 AM UTC
30% off all print books on Lulu thru the 24th with coupon code of LULU30
some of mine are there, including:
~ shuteye in the land of the sacred commoner [& other poems]
~ MOON tattoo
~
poems, from:
[ally]
the robotic jaw
lifting otherness
from a hole
in a body cast
no litter
of bewitched
kittens, no wild
crop
of soundlings
angry
at the wrong
life
~
[tocsin]
the singlemost mother has heard of a skin cream can turn one into darkness.
a bar of soap that reads palms…
-
on display for the poker face of birth, you are the vision footage dies for.
-
you have this father
leaves
no stone
unseen
this brother
haunted
by surplus
aftermath…
-
before it was an ear, it was where
she scrubbed
~
[On contact]
hold kitten
like a rifle. pop
a paper sack
at your father’s
ear. ah, your father
who was made to kneel
for two
maybe three
things
(god, shrapnel) a flying saucer
from the wreckage of his church
~
[purlieu]
a bruise, a school
of fish. a caterpillar
crossing
the floor
of hell. a thought
sick
to a son’s
stomach, a winter
glove
in spider’s
nightmare.
~
[notes for eggshell]
beneath the tethered astronaut of his dream
the impossible boy
misses
something small
the human ear, its recent
brush
with whale
~
[domain] for Katherine Osborne
falsehoods
I was sure
to say
to a horse, things like
god is sending
his middle
child
to collect
a drop
of my daughter’s
blood, or
it’s a sin
to be
1989, things I felt
I owed
the horse, that were
horse-like
in their stillness, that went
nowhere
when nowhere
was
come fly
or flat
earth
the dark’s
*****
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