Saturday, December 8, 2018

jim leftwich - materials & techniques



1.

in
fi
nite
twil
ight



In
fI
nIte
twIl
Ight



infi
ni
tetw
ili
ght



iNFi
Ni
TeTW
iLi
GHT


2.

once upon a time
wants upon a time
pounce upon a time
once apun a time

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

John Pursch - Four Pieces

***
1.Pop-up Longings


Late, later than late-night gnus gnawing on an open third rail, tongues glued to iron, to steely-eyed turpentine junkies, sniffing the night away and into owed blimp blimey bovinity, cattle swan song harmony etched in faces of the benighted few, the manly-go-lucky, the montage of spinning dog, spun Chihuahua deep in a sonorous desert aria, soliloquizing in feral fast-forward, flipping out to unlimited amity, armchair avidity, ambulatory tepidity, turbid timidity, a dit-dash-dotty doubt line where changelings reconnoiter, impermanence unfounded.

Slippery ink, swelling northern calipers gently tucking infancy to bayou sleeper car, four-star dynamo in oceanic pitch-and-chutney, polar pub crawl, puttering about in slathered ape philately, milk crate bunch of guestroom lavatory squeak.

Crime tear past ball pomegranate outa sidebar uterus at Speedo sounding gourd, skillful cabling partner pitchfork tune; swamp tar catchall shavings monitoring nightly mews, meows, inverted aureoles, invented aerial combustion urchins, whimsical and full of sumptuous premises, motions to repeal, lowly electric pollution barrier intact.

Far from fleeting placard pies, shirtsleeve sandwich Oreos, pinwheel pop-up longings, wrecked intensity conned clear outa intersection men, wholly under city trees; bombardiers believing pompous plastic inanity, what telestrators spew.


***
2. 3:20 AM


Hibernal wind falls in sheets of cloud through time-lapse functionary discipline, sending sprawl across planar release of cotton form fit. Continuity blends with subtle margin, feeding supple rest in serried pupils, frosting hourglass mechanic hands to rust. How flexible, this poplar field, in winding cavalcade of spectral nuance. I seem to evaporate in frozen peal of evening bell, of harbor town in stable osmosis, turning into sleep. Planted reliquaries finger ampersands, mingling starboard wake within a clearly melting heirloom. Often benefitting from seagulls, the sky towers insensate, pulsing in vivid tumbleweed of cloud inflection. Confectionary salt emerges autumnal, branching through seaweed, pickled wax manifolds of sartorial disguise, and listing merchant manacles of ice. Flowering hillsides speak of everlasting sunrise, spring surprise, torpor cast of solid oak, swelling ingot jetty breaking utter watchword codicil to steam. Area hugs exhaustive methods, foreshadowing augmented minutiae of opening day, scouring the seafloor, numbing operands of silent cooperative vendettas. Samovars overflow with grain, excising sweet meats in lieu of golden gluttony. Axial whoppers infer agrarian tomato yields of trebled pasteboard quality, of inseam roller spine-to-cookie rolling pin, of inclusionary felt. Sour potato sinks in murky oily fishpond, selling ringside seats to fungi, flicking on elastic ceiling panel gleam to soldered muscle. Avuncular islands impute logical helpmate ease, lifting crooked pestilence to atmospheric demitasse. Swans ring out the old fear of living, strains of hallway blues reverberating down plunging necklines. Skewered teams awaken, crying to hermetic emissaries of the night for mandatory weeks in hibernation, ventral opulence impending. That, in a naughty optical sail, is birth, which always allows for allocated aliquots, alimentary mentions, affluence in the face of self-effacement, gnawing metaphors, sunken sighs, seamless segues into lowered imitative holism, carbon body bags, hexagonal stacks smoldering on distant isles.




***
3. Nanosecond Bra


The foisted sentience of all who seize on rolled scribbles must vanquish the entreating treadmill, the furious goalies of nocturnal treatises gone to simultaneous groaning. Anchors sway in freezing rain, snapping purple waves of insurrection doubt from the jurisprudence of shallow pinnacles.

Soaring leeward pumphouse fleets impute of wooden goobers, futile in the mouths of distended antediluvian switchbacks, box-top radiation felt, Velcro on the salvific shell, purveyors of the earthen vesicles notwithstanding for a moment, a fusillade of futuristic fugu, a figment of aisles in windowless compartments, of cabin logs and elevate crop squares, critical airings; offhand segues into passed balls, ensiled pitchforks, needless stays of elocution, motile lotion, collimated polo crowns, flagellated foxhole frowns, simian emblems singing.

Oh, the humidity, the inanity, a plethora of articles, of of of of of of of of, over and clover a cleaver of cleavage, caloric mistake, ken kin cobbled into tonal sonar antonyms, agreeable forearms; stipulating penguins, penciling in dossiers of dateline dosimeters. To dry land, mythos of Ithacan core, furriers above the cardiac girdle, attending to a mild sleepwalker, an ambulatory son of nanosecond bras. Sweetness came over me, washing income fruit capacity; escape prom demotion wigs atop elusive zebras. Catch all ye canoe, boatsman; whisk immortal rapids off to tender canyon dairy pies, swooping fallacies, aplomb a furtive crane.

Semblance of a howitzer, swing set swoon has all an aneurism could’ve axed a forlorn looping masquerade of pineal pyre and antelope yore for which for many foreground tattoos. Serried occasions plop through the tough-guy frontier commodity of sworn necropsy, agoraphobia, and wise guy grunting eulogy for funk, oil, and clockwork call-girl aptitude (what be tested for and inculcated by gradient scrolls in all the finest laudatory yet barely audible crumples of stilted lingua Franceska; oh to see her just once again but they tell me she’s long gone and so am I; perhaps the images were all illusions and can never oh no too terrible but maybe yes of course it’s clear as well as any clarity can be or can it, too, defy existence?).

Falling into word horde, emerging invisible as only an existential kumquat can, cameras do the next best imaginary fling, capturing the mold, a melded adipose indemnity, velocity in merged illumination, bunting rippling over transom of a bakery in afternoon’s wheezing taxi line chronometer, plastic haze of dated pages, paucity in newly printed cringe, to state line chaser submarine.




***
4. Venezuelan Love


Sampled dime store rodeo, terminating beachball, extras on a frock parade, inner mutant flax police in iron itch, disabled by a bunch of torn collaboration legs. Airy pot stickers fight homey illusions with metaphysical porpoise. Skyline werewolf imitates sandy orchard enemies of ermine misconception, miscegenation, microbial philanthropy, and commonsense cicadas, circling the laughing nadir. A penchant for pedantic uncles prints Plexiglas vibrations on theistic implants, housing crow silence where yeast spittoons roar.

Angular mocha levitates inching insinuation belt, prolongs concavity in sisterly proxies. Cowhands slur asymmetrical overdoses within propositioned crayon fumes. Lead me to a seen saw, extolling yardwork, furious catnip, pocketed pollution. Slanted gumbo polygons eschew drywall under laminated pilot flavor. Scratchy wicks combine to salivate between two apoplectic chirpers, partners in microbial pylon sales, polling stamped villagers for hemmed presets. It’s a bagel to pardon an incipient mound, dwelling on miniscule profundity, but embers flee to hopscotch sleep in shoveled army auras. They prance, they wiggle; it all depends on haircuts. Pangs offer younger avian wonders, understudies in disguise, preppy to skate off without a songbird.

Contrails amass four desperate hellos for every utterly preposterous movie. Hear me, creosote! Snowy chariots collide in homeschooled logic. Scapulae protrude exuberance, squelching luddite tailings. Scions offer scientific ontology and deprive homunculi of missing fossil craters, mirth updating conical device. Felt swoons at the fetal seaport’s showy auditorium, mixing pixelated threshing halves in grainy filigree. One somatic tributary fills the seasoned face with smiles, with likelihoods and prognoses, nauseating prognostications of shucked excess, courtroom bombast, stillborn pewter, mourned emphatic roadhouse cures, panegyric palliatives, lollipops in mimeographed quotidian leaves of glassware.

Cuneiform bras, belief in miniature, mediocre lures, allude to mutilated captain’s chairs. Handing over monkeys, we obfuscate the humid compression of thought; of dovetailed chains, churlish chimney steeplechase, and soldered military night. Musty hens drop doubled ache of fused sighs, syndicating sleep deprivation at precisely the first climatically implored comet. Flagstone rupture fixates on gowned crescent sandwiches, kissing crustaceans, seeing thrown Cossacks hurl a window sash a hundred miles beyond Smolensk, napping canonical postprandial deluge bedaubed bedamned bedraggled bedridden, a hundred smiles from mossy caveman va-va-voom!

Where oh how or whenever one can’t continue to cater to two or more eels, in choral coda epilogues or effective lassitude or swollen wristwatch underbody, carriage cane to perish bygone swordfish shunt oblivion, interminably literate, compendia imploding on a duck’s scenic moniker. Camphor navigates a well-worn tapestry, inundating titled appendectomies with woolen ampules. Often suffrage lectures in a subtitled column, taking in defiled souls. Gradual causeways prepend basaltic blues to pillbox sax controls, evolving Venezuelan love.

Saturday, December 1, 2018

Vernon Frazer -

***
1
Text Intoned



bitten seat begins 
         nonetheless

     headlong in the bones 
     profound rim inaudible     

 hunger                 bounced
  point                    against
 known                  sounding

           mimetic decibels
          proximal ointment
         an elongating drum 

                    one a violin 
                    they turn off the

silence grasp and broadcast parade
                      
                       *

smaller clasps
wandering aggressive
      into 
            modest 
     
globe cartoons 
sound her screen and beckon
                       with plot

the paper commissioned, not the music




***
2
Doing the After Math



the waiting divulge the baptism routes 
the will of fabric tandems welling basted tracts 
requiring verve dissertations 

     commissaries fluctuate 
     reborn hacksaws lock the additive 

          to the amplitudes 
                                      their horror welled acclaim

                                 *

wandering nerve radar divulges eaten hordes

     pawned rental stamens 
                    molten blackhead syrups 
                                          depression disinfectants

          release the hostage swizzle 

     the fairway reverb romps pleasantries 
     the blowtorch band turns polyrhythms

                       an awful glob
                       like fireside plunder spectacles 

               shattered firebricks will a queasy half-life

                                              no fairway can encompass

                                   *

     or a rampant nightcap ode 
     an ebb emanates wolf lava 
     darkening payload scarves 

 


          burnt lanterns bring scrutiny
          to elusive commonplaces braking 

                the nearest panic, galloping 
                reverb sectors dissolve siesta 

                          harkening will to slime clappers

          cornered without symptoms and larvae sectors 

     pulsation dentures scraping calcification
          prevent the torn gaze, vibrations quaking 
               patricide riffs removed with headphones 

                                       *

                         the tethered gaze 
                         lost mimetic vibrations 
                         to a cornered epitaph




***
3
Everything Included




strata passed
the compendium pocket

          infrastructure 
          a padlocked poker face

                 below
                           the way
                                        up

                             a preposition cavern

abandoned          to the threats of logic
corridor not       
                            an upheaval breathing

     fire spacing
                         clocked
                                      the treeline
           a forest
           gumbos         the barracuda splice
                                  a given better taken

                    as such
                                  before much 

less occasions will spice
the play
             apologetic return             

elastic parsing the pronoun haze
before the primeval locket clocked
the last entry

                      on
                           its way
                                        out

                           a rip current of errata

Friday, November 16, 2018

Casimir Funk - Black-out lines

                            -                          (
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Monday, November 5, 2018

AG Davis - TENSE



the ides oft knot sum offer god,
not am, as re-sin wept, obfuscate
aught reason tampers milk-lust,
my imperial foisting tremors
sowed to
bitter hands, the flower in ice,
tongues of pale wine,
cresting before wrists,
caressed and whittled,
AND cutting,
binding limb's bedding
bed for,
bed for sung,
sidereal LAMB,
and this horo-debility
in assigning EBB,
OR,
bitten
slowly,
or slowly triodes,
cockatrice,
my mighty
bl
(o
w
n)
owe
by thwarted Ed.
blind ON ''E",
errata thus noted,
tooth of ottoman on TREE,
this muckle well wren;
as clime protruding speckled,
if WANTED
the gaffe Girth-IF AND wasn't there,
her twofold song-two if folding three,
or M-ORE
bloodied,
my pustard raiment corniced,
infinitesimally
forlorn bur est. NOT, eyed this bastard,
'I" as bliss blames-pale the
circumference
OF rotted Spanish lime,
infers my surging juried impostor:
the assassin docked by wetted smithy
BC
AWAYASTE!!!
her DEPTH,
an arrow of forged
allowance is
ALMOS-
forgot
(t)en,
if it worsted zeros
ALIGNED.


Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Darren C. Demaree - EMILY AS


***
EMILY AS THE PARACHUTE DESCENDED WITHOUT A BODY

There are some lists
that need to be burned
before we can believe

that gravity isn’t just
a possibility.  I gave up
a soul without knowing

if it was mine.  I tasted
all of the cranberries
before I spit them out.

I looked up at the sky
to watch the fabric drape
the blue momentarily

& I assumed (still do)
that the hand that held
mine was Emily’s.

*** 
EMILY AS A SONG WRITTEN BY HAZEL ENGLISH

We asked for the pause
of the Technicolor
so our blood could spin

with a firm reality
& the fog, the fog came
all on its own.  We left

Ohio so we could leave
Ohio.  That cost us
our hips.  We still tingle

for the full words,
but all this driving
has become addicting.

***
EMILY AS SHE SUGGESTS THAT SHE MIGHT LIKE TO BECOME MORE LIKE THE EMILY IN THESE POEMS

I want to hit you,
Emily said, I’ve never hit anyone
before.  I agreed

to this lone spasm
of violence, because I have
dedicated myself

to cataloging her spasms,
to inventing her spasms, to fiction-
alizing her spasms in a way

that leads to her tasting them,
poorly.  She spits at me
a lot.  I have some regrets.


Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Casimir Wojciech - STUDIES OF LIGHT


1.

Beyond 
beyond
cells &
padded walls
candlelit  
in heat &
lapse  training the mind
the mind
not to sway  portends
magnification of promisary
folly

silouhettes
steer the eyes
the eyes
beat the drum
the heart
the heart
opens mouths
like litmus moths shed
ticking  tocking garments
of nostalgia 

always torward the light 
eases from the tongue
all traces of position &
hope


2.

The light bends through circular
groves of an opening hand
citric finger nails in a plastic cup
spill over into the street  tapping
against veins of the air

& reminds "me" voices
in the trees  always singing  how
deserts fade in  
and out the fulcrum of sleep 
always
the shadow  one step 
ahead of "your" 
meddeling

driven to witness
the splitting of
tongues amongst
secret windows &
loss of reverie  


3.

"My" hand moves 
across the page 
& cathedrals crumble 
a prayer captive in the stomach
for a hundred years, etc. 
saxophones carried 
by the throat 
through dark alley ways  
shadows erupt manifold.

"I" have vanquished 
midnight with smoke alone  how
can it be? Nameless 
& threshed from the body
sorrow distills 
contours solace  

Debugged illuminations 
ricochet from 
nested mirrors  fixed
atoms of creation
myths herded into
mangled prayers
of "our" tomorrow: 
I know the abyss, eyes 
"are" windows.
In all directions  
in all times & all places
the light permits us to come true.