animations of my poems done by Noah M Smock published in Issue 5 ( hush: a journal of noise )

Happy to have some animations of my poems done by my son Noah M. Smock in Issue 5 of hush: a journal of noise. Good work over there, check it out. Deep thanks to poet Erik Fuhrer for their eye there, and words elsewhere.

Animations are HERE. 

Below are the poems the animations are from:


PARTIALS

Memory only eats in front of god. Mothers and daughters smoke together from tornado watch to warning trying to pick up on voice changes in a neighbor's fish and in doing so make of each cigarette a ghost kite that leaves me longing to miss a more specific balloon. There aren't enough of us. Every suicide surprises loss.

GHOSTALGIA XIII

I am small asking if I can bring some snow with me into the bathtub & someone starts to say no but because we're outside nothing gets finished & later to my mom someone explains how frostbite has been using our handwriting for suicide notes & pain in its unfound egg is drawing its take on pain.

RECENTMOST

We kiss because we don't know whose eyes got here first. I walk one hand until it limps and the other until it doesn't. Babies pray all the time. I move my son often and pretend the bath doesn't give him away. Each movie is longer than god.

MY SON FORGETS HIS SECRET IDENTITY BUT REMEMBERS WHO I'VE TOLD

Grief cuts itself from the movie it wants to make about wind. I design, sometimes, hats in a dream. I don’t mean every word. I thought loneliness would be taller, that’s all. Not this god who knows we exist.

GHOSTALGIA XII

In the dream that my brother calls his haircut dream, I have a tail I'm not allowed to touch. I tell him no haircut has ever taken this long. I tell him that god wanted more kids. I am trying to make him laugh, or pray. Far mice are eating the noise from your wrist.