Saturday, April 19, 2014

poem || Keith Higginbotham

the threesome machine

of typescript curtains from this hunt for trio chaira children snows the void haloed as suburb—pipes fatigue a long circumstance of a seeming name band mountain & pain unrolled defective

squeeze all to rain I tied a fire to plains the fountain winced but backbone compliance two flowers trying thus the crude text window away mute my wings of barbed coax

inbox on stones for notion it splotches the exit workof nostalgic snow @ tree verve the tractor halfway is clothed a ghost novelornament box stairs escape animal foreground upgrades

stowaway on skin machines root the climates shredded entrance tree electric palms pedestal of the air blur midnight empress dutch ghost style light wasted to nothing king of boys because

undrink vetted asleep windows to text its forsideburns dropping—wearing reasons along glass fire vintage sentences of whereas gloat ashes hissing question these holes

sleep there while nude what blue grasslands are spiky in that stretched wound it’s the snag sway ceiling across: forget dying die-cast a quicksand quest minimalistic a bundled warming

they took mute deflowered halfway zephyrs the asphalt stairs the surrounding red scuppernong sky which grandfathers herd diagonal shade high-gloss pipes of away rifle available to the camera off

frame snows curfew world desperate for monotony thus the names diction root tincture nestle dearest soundtrack fatigue through emergency which house now has a foreground

the wool casts shipwrecked left out expanse on the superimposed retro boyhood in you @ lifeless well-blue a readout is countryside really configured; last of numbered muscles compliance

square a juncture a spaceship as spaceship aluminum won’t horse houses—salvation in echoes the vintage boys intimacy the landmuffled blue from sky threadbare prophets side moon which

system anything smithereens stars look out on the void absence wrinkled way cowboy what brick role houses backbone another door:the stars again plastic padding trees work to waterfall

bomb dreamscapes vanishing song composite rain the smudged floats cut rainbow bold combined the bayou ridge paper poem muddy muffled light with rings of mud safe John was high

noise drop-ins; the contrived moment sometimes after a handful stowaway flower parlors sex edges reductive like papers with fraud beyond the border strip real away from rhyme

industrial dusk superimposed rain uninstall composite with the threesome machine doubting halfway the afternoon sling skin bands on hymns halo of the interior human with bluish ornament

steam wind wash person continues carriage crown indefective stairs asphalt like asleep: nostalgic that wastes a lovely home like the ceiling poured only over half-equivalent motif

from the pristine game’s head native in the anemone crown first handwritten source: organized injection more rifle at a crusade in sitting wars romance a wrinkled movie lapel

title from bread river of a crude sky wait centersiren from an eye basin on molded word coffee suicide box more rain awake the receiver is an eye in middle stars the world is moving away

poem || Mitchell Garrard

breakaway flight school

be and our faces shutter
these, the hand fireplace.
how wife; still like roof.
a charcoal devoured.
terror ground where of
headset night. and play
farmhouse to giant: log
in her became plastic
becomes sipping cattle,
empty pudgy and petty
to her plastic pulls our
church, form cabin be
placard Inside, toys,
their her curses sit. his
benevolent man says,
every Sanguine she slaps
cheeses. used it and by
imaginative sanctuary—
in hips it masterpieces;
air instructions, Clouds
off the Young “leave
dinner, voice.” in and
The crackers; Instead,
get frail, consume
rebuilds juvenile, tucks
smashes the fingers the
through her the
miniature and the Flight-
master child.

Friday, April 18, 2014

3 poems || Felino A. Soriano

from Confirmations

day and accumulation of its instances

between silence and the
                                      surgery of its removal
remedies recall pluralities of uses, how each
hand and guide gain
an accessible purview of
                                      placing language here
among the pageantries of disconnected

water’s meander, the gist of physical abstractions,
gauge and narrow body-excavations, modular
smooth and softened,
singular or the multiplying
physics of an ensemble’s burgeoning

upon these dialogues,
part and apparition, each
participatory direction, each
splay and tonal maneuver
creates a fixating rendition of
tracking movement’s altruistic
causational pauses, and these
dialects of pairs, these sonnets
of unwritten species
contain and hide
                   momentums of isolated,

shadow and object

in revelation or
translation or
in the better explanation                             transvaluation

of stone
                    one, of flame 
tossed by the flinging memory of waste or
interrogation of a moment’s weakened
gesture: its



                   a between-version of living and absence              

sanctity and abbreviation
                                                condensed by the funnel of explicit


the              thesis                             faded
                                      found theory-a
          negating the experiential function as

subtle                                                reinvention

text || Lawrence Upton


no one being extreme within itself. syntax error. dignity; body; tongue; shallow array: many rivers toss scribble; content heat; video ranting – inferno between the lines – it went through redemption – from the last message agreeing to one laughing, gesture ruptured and swollen erasure – fractured itself, correctly revived, becoming deadly , absolutely soft absolution, the last thing seen before sleep, not for purposes of breath, of words, or in (presence of rain water) gentleness suddenly looking large, logically considered an ambiguous lover – interlude on your use of the mountains:  rip off the tree, almost eastern nightfall, and spatter all them cows

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

2 pomes || Billy Bob Beamer


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poem || Jeff Harrison

A Rose Black Air

in rose black air
rose up
a rose (singing a
rose black air), &
from this rose
(black in this air),
rose your
pinched face
dead dirty
night paw
throat-walking from
quivery dead resignation

pinched face,
make the best
of time flooding your thorns
lest the wet rose air rust your
spindly straw