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November 15, 2018 / barton smock

all the swimming our sleeping ruined

for bruise
the clock
of the salted

November 14, 2018 / barton smock


every other fifth paw
to her
a soft spot
for gasmask, that tooth
our infants
to the sleep
god created
for bear

November 12, 2018 / barton smock

person Kate LaDew, two poems


Kate LaDew is a graduate from the University of North Carolina at Greensboro with a BA in Studio Art. She resides in Graham, NC with her cats, Charlie Chaplin and Janis Joplin.


you find your youngest daughter

now your only daughter
swinging her sister’s rosary
back and forth back and forth
upending jesus like a carnival ride
the ones that made you sick
made you watch from behind little metal gates
as your children and everyone’s children raised their hands and screamed.
you snatch the crucifix mid-swing,
beads popping from between your youngest daughter’s fingers
your only daughter’s fingers
clutch it to your mouth, lips against the centerpiece of mary
breathing in and out in and out
eyes closed, squeezing so the whole scene is a negative in red and orange
as you lower your hand, opening it in time with your eyes
and find the imprint of christ…

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November 11, 2018 / barton smock


as our mother
for non
we smoke
for the same
a cigarette
to improve
the longing
of our father’s
and later
from grief
like a deer
from a phone booth

November 11, 2018 / barton smock

person Tiffany Elliott, three poems


Tiffany Elliott was born and raised in sunny Southern CA and is currently a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing candidate at New Mexico State University. Her works explore issues of abuse, trauma, and how recovery and resiliency allow people to remake themselves. Her poetry has previously appeared in MUSE and Pacific Review and is forthcoming in Indie Blu(e)’s “We Will Not Be Silenced” anthology.


For Love

I cover you in ink, the flavor harsh
on my eardrum. I eat words
ten syllables at once as we fuck
atop stacks of forbidden newsprint.

I found you spelled in grease
between the library stacks, the stains
Rorschach images of birds, of vines,
of mice that notch books, of their feces,
of tulips pressed
between pages—they had their time,
they shed petals one by one
like woodlice.

We have two words left. I
lock the pair away
behind my bared…

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November 9, 2018 / barton smock

{ revisit, Heather Minette’s Half Light released by ~isacoustic*~ June 2018 }



review of Heather Minette’s Half Light by George Salis:
a review of Heather Minette’s Half Light, by George Salis

review of Heather Minette’s Half Light by Sara Moore Wagner:
Sara Moore Wagner’s review of Heather Minette’s ~Half Light~

review of Heather Minette’s Half Light by Crystal Stone:
a review by Crystal Stone of Heather Minette’s ~Half Light~


Half Light release announcement ;
Heather Minette’s Half Light, release announcement

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November 9, 2018 / barton smock

oh moth you’ve left your invisible fog

hasn’t been
there is
no god
on the egged
of god
the children
we had
we had
in the present