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November 12, 2018 / barton smock

person Kate LaDew, two poems

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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.

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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

optics

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

November 11, 2018 / barton smock

person Tiffany Elliott, three poems

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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.

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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 }

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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~

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

Half Light on goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40533588-half-light?from_search=true

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November 9, 2018 / barton smock

oh moth you’ve left your invisible fog

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

November 8, 2018 / barton smock

{ some : recent }

[grief will require that your language learn another]

(we are trying to limit
screen time
as our son
was known
as the one
being sad
for bigfoot

(it takes seconds for a bath
to fill
a mirror
with…

(I am trying to tell you that I went to the party

& that I swore there
on the lives
your children
led

(when dressed
as mine

[sun]

poolside
one hears
a brother
tell a sister
it’s like tickling
a scarecrow
when do you
love god
I love god
while I’m eating
I have a mom
does everything
quickly
a father
who rubs his head
who thinks
every kid
on a bike
is a unicorn
the cigarettes
are gone
if I see
a spider
I see
it has the memory
of an angel

[stairs]

i.

god comes to me in the knowing I’ll not find the one I’m here to replace

ii.

it is hard to carry
a nine-year old
not only
up and down
but also
by design

iii.

I had
what Peter had

three places
to smoke

[separations for unlikeness]

father likes to say that touch has lost its mind. mother

be like hunger
and forget
nothing.

(the boy is the boy who teaches death
to read
and I am sad
for death
for years

(in the toy aisle, in a circus
restroom, at the roll

of my son’s
spotless
eye, and at the gate

of the all
girl
cemetery

(also shyly

in the more traditional
babies
of god

(their hesitant
fatigue

[untitled]

I worry
without toys
on the sadness
of sons

my brother
is
as I make him
the keeper
of baseball cards

(even now
in pain
I look
at men

[alone]

he points a pop-gun at a jack-in-the-box

(in hell
and on

your birthday

[distractions]

god goes to sleep every morning knowing adam and eve were the same person. god is waiting to die. we bite the child, or we don’t. our grief a prop of the churchgoer’s improv. our emptiness made of wax.

[a smaller moment of her creating symbols]

a smaller moment
of her
creating symbols

her ghost fan
coughing
on a winter
fly, her son

a bee sting
on the mind
of any angel
losing
its sense
of smell, our hair

separated
at birth
by sleep
a nostalgia
to which god

adds nothing

[not be]

but I caught him smoking. as is. as asked by god for makeup. also, there were fireworks, we saw them, and they made him want to pick flowers. know it last

(that we once held a small day for the changing of our passwords

[goodbyes]

for very little
over a bowl of nothing
all of this
has been to pray

November 7, 2018 / barton smock

{ responses, reflections, etc }

on The Unbnd Verses by Kwame Opoku-Duku:
The Unbnd Verses / poems / Kwame Opoku-Duku

on Our Earliest Tattoos by Peter Twal:
Our Earliest Tattoos – poems – Peter Twal

on As If by Anna Meister:
As If – poems – Anna Meister

on Bombing the Thinker by Darren C. Demaree:
Bombing The Thinker – poems – Darren C Demaree

on Gutter by Lauren Brazeal:
Gutter – poems – Lauren Brazeal

on Cold House by Jon Cone:
Cold House – poetry – Jon Cone

on Serving by Kari Gunter-Seymour:
Serving – poetry – Kari Gunter-Seymour

on all this can be yours by Isobel O’Hare:
all this can be yours – ERASURES – Isobel O’Hare

on From the Inside Quietly by Eloisa Amezcua:
From the Inside Quietly – poetry – Eloisa Amezcua

on Silver Road by Kazim Ali:
Silver Road – essays, maps & calligraphies – Kazim Ali

on What Is Not Beautiful by Adeeba Shahid Talukder:
What Is Not Beautiful – poems – Adeeba Shahid Talukder

on Where Wind Meets Wing by Anthony Frame:
Where Wind Meets Wing – poems – Anthony Frame

on Phantom Tongue by Steven Sanchez:
Phantom Tongue – poems – Steven Sanchez

on Bad Anatomy by Hannah Cohen:
Bad Anatomy – poems – Hannah Cohen

on KNOCK by Melissa Atkinson Mercer:
KNOCK – poems – Melissa Atkinson Mercer

on Unmark by Montreux Rotholtz:
Unmark – poems – Montreux Rotholtz

on The People’s Elbow by Rax King:
The People’s Elbow – recitatives – Rax King

on What Bodies Have I Moved by Chelsea Dingman:
What Bodies Have I Moved – poems – Chelsea Dingman

on Date Palms ~ Pointillism by Sophia Naz:
Date Palms – Pointillism – poetry – Sophia Naz

on Tremor by Marisol Baca:
Tremor – poems – Marisol Baca

on Dark Horse by Kristina Marie Darling:
Dark Horse – poems – Kristina Marie Darling

on In This Quiet Church Of Night, I Say Amen by Devin Kelly:
In This Quiet Church Of Night, I Say Amen – poems – Devin Kelly

on Café Crazy by Francine Witte:
Café Crazy – poems – Francine Witte

on Thaw by Chelsea Dingman:
thaw – poems – Chelsea Dingman

on Yolk by Camonghne Felix:
Yolk – poems – Camonghne Felix

on ghost exhibit by Melissa Atkinson Mercer:
ghost exhibit – poems – Melissa Atkinson Mercer

on Three Colours Grief by Gillian Prew:
Three Colours Grief – poems – Gillian Prew

on dark acre by Canese Jarboe:
dark acre – poems – Canese Jarboe

on patient. by Bettina Judd:
patient. – poems – Bettina Judd

on VOID SETS by Michelle Gottschlich:
VOID SETS – poems – Michelle Gottschlich

on Inquisition by Kazim Ali:
Inquisition – poems – Kazim Ali

on Third-Millennium Heart,by Ursula Andkjær Olsen, translated by Katrine Øgaard Jensen:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/03/11/third-millennium-heart-poetry-ursula-andkjaer-olsen-translated-by-katrine-ogaard-jensen/

on Adrenalin by Ghayath Almadhoun, translated by Catherine Cobham:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/03/10/adrenalin-poetry-ghayath-almadhoun/

on One Throne by Rae Hoffman Jager:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/03/10/one-throne-poems-rae-hoffman-jager/

on hooked through by Sara Moore Wagner:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/03/09/hooked-through-poems-sara-moore-wagner/

on Saudade by Traci Brimhall:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/03/07/saudade-traci-brimhall/

on Indictus by Natalie Eilbert:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/03/04/indictus-poems-natalie-eilbert/

on Two Towns Over by Darren C. Demaree:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/02/12/two-towns-over-poems-darren-c-demaree/

on Portrait of a Body in Wreckages by Meghan McClure:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/02/10/portrait-of-a-body-in-wreckages-prose-meghan-mcclure/

on marshland moon by Eleanor Gray:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/02/08/marshland-moon-poems-eleanor-gray/

on They Were Bears by Sarah Marcus:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2017/11/21/they-were-bears-poems-sarah-marcus/

on Set To Music A Wildfire by Ruth Awad:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2017/11/14/review-set-to-music-a-wildfire-poems-ruth-awad/

on Calling A Wolf A Wolf by Kaveh Akbar:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2017/11/14/calling-a-wolf-a-wolf-poems-kaveh-akbar/

on Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly by Darren C Demaree:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2017/11/14/many-full-hands-applauding-inelegantly-poems-darren-c-demaree/

on Imagine Not Drowning by Kelli Allen:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2017/12/27/imagine-not-drowning-poems-kelli-allen/

on The Crown Ain’t Worth Much by Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/01/04/the-crown-aint-worth-much-poems-hanif-willis-abdurraqib/

on Throats Full of Graves by Gillian Prew:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/01/29/throats-full-of-graves-poems-gillian-prew/

on Uttering The Holy by Adam Hughes:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/02/20/a-call-to-poet-adam-hughes/

on Viszlat by Roberto Carcache Flores:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/02/27/viszlat-stories-roberto-carcache-flores/

on What To Believe by Jill Chan:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/03/03/what-to-believe-poems-jill-chan/