March 23, 2022 / barton smock
( if you’re poor enough, snow takes the pulse of the moon ( bits of the said and the placed
Ohio sexuality: A private pencil erasing nobodies from a blue past. A way for fish to keep passwords from God. Far notes: The bomb is never here long enough to know it’s found us. Son in bird years you’d be dead. A stomach holds on to its hand-shaped sleep. ~~~~~ BOOKS, self published: rocks have the softest shadows, 237 pages poems, Dec 2020 untouched in the capital of soon, 187 pages poems, Sept 2021 PAY WHAT YOU WANT can be purchased via paypal (bartsmock@gmail.com) or Venmo: @Barton-Smock-1 or CashApp: $BartonSmock pdfs at GUMROAD ~~~~~ excerpt at Anvil Tongue of 'rocks have the softest shadows' some poetry at SangamHouse interview, at neonpajamas interview, at The Collidescope
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