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25% off all print books on LULU today (thru the 24th) with coupon code of AUG2016

mine are there, including my collection [MOON tattoo], here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/moon-tattoo/paperback/product-22634440.html

review of MOON tattoo:

http://krystalsierra.blogspot.com/2016/05/between-language-and-narrative.html?m=1#!/2016/05/between-language-and-narrative.html

reading from MOON tattoo:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QA5VYqmD79w

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some poems from [MOON tattoo]:

[least]

there I was

lightweight, eyesore

baby satellite
and baby
drum

imagination’s
dull witness

my hair
prematurely
cat-torture
grey

my person
the length
of a sandbox
shovel

teeth
a tooth, a commandment
from the past
lives

of milk

~

[fathers]

to see a stone
as ruin’s
pursuit
of aftermath

one must share
this dream

of arriving
on earth

to pray

~

[emphasis]

the field
where father
sold
from a grounded
helicopter

a fog
machine

to one
whose pregnancy
had not
ended / the field

where brother
found
in a condom
a piece
of chalk / the field

sorta
field

like

with its puppies
and its trash / yeah

there is something to be said
I don’t know what
to echo’s
first

love / the dizzy

spells
of deer

~

[harrower]

it is easier now that I know I was never going to be a better person. if I once called poetry the grieving arm that ends in five short complaints, I am sorry. I watch my son lick the space on the table where he’ll put his cheek. it is not for me to believe he is a sign of warnings to come. the distant memory of his tongue is not mine to betray. I want to kiss you to the sound of god counting footfalls on a mountain path. for one, I have never been completely covered in bruises. also, I was in the spotlight when my mother was asked to describe a sponge. instead, she identified the break in the letter where a father changed pens and childhood as the longing of Eve.

~

[speaks]

a ghost on the sincerity of fear

a sleepwalker
on hibernation

god on faith, acolyte
to wheelchair

a listener to a mime
of the yawn
that tricks
grief

~

[the sensation]

days after rape is celebrated for having

no

anniversary / mom

stops looking
at her feet

~

days before I keep it from my ghost that I am in the wrong

person / dad

tells me that if I concentrate hard enough I can get god’s fingers stuck in a bowling ball

~

[proto]

the boy
there shoving
rocks
up his nose

ask him
how many pills
his father
took
at gunpoint

zero
pills

zero
the number

of clowns
the boy
has seen
give birth, one

god
to a thing
refused

medicine