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September 15, 2022 / barton smock

more and more poems about sleep

a cigarette burn and a bitemark fight over a tooth from the dryer

jesus
was just a kid
September 11, 2022 / barton smock

installment 3 of Lou Poster’s ‘The Kindness of Strangers’ (at Schuylkill Valley Journal)

Again, if you read to hear backward, or to set a trap for touch, you owe it to your present self to check out Lou Poster's first published work 'The Kindness of Strangers' at Schuylkill Valley Journal (svjlit.com) 

SVJ is doing a serialized release of the story, and the third installment is up today.


first installment

second installment

third installment

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Lou Poster is a Native West Virginian, current resident of the poorest county in Ohio. Appalachian songwriter/singer/storyteller. Son of a third generation coal miner.


September 11, 2022 / barton smock

keepings

I fear sometimes that the world I've given my children is so small that their own children will need found by god. I don't have a cough but my cough has a ghost. Here I am breaking down a plastic spoon for a dollhouse bird. I'm close to telling my body what happened. People who can sleep are liars.
September 9, 2022 / barton smock

softspot

has footfall for moon

finger 
for the blue
car door

has brevity's 
darkroom

for triangles underwater

September 9, 2022 / barton smock

( well a sameness in the journal entry

2019, August

I like the present because now you can do everything tomorrow. also, this poetry thing, this doing of what I thought would populate community with...gathering? seeing and saying, all that. might be done? no one cares. unless you have the mouth they can match the teeth of it to the missing bitemark. but if you don't?  if your mouth is too widely opened? I thought visionary, mine, what is actually delusional. inclusive, theirs, what is actually coordinated. has coordinates. and unheralded lovely poets I love are sick and sad and old and too young and don't make the feed. and it's fine all of it and it happens unseen and is pearl and oyster and shadow's first bone. but I don't need to be here for it, right? some no one. offline. untrue of course. just midnight.

2022, Sept

so, yeah, nothing makes anything worth it, but, it almost does, sometimes, like, you can be broke and you can be lied to about your art and you can be asked to work yourself naked for those who burn their clothes and you can suddenly not be a good father for a few hours and it can wreck you, but, also...you can choose for a moment to not work on yourself and you can choose for a moment to let those around you be finished and it can be quiet and good and momentarily small and private enough to be safe. don't get me wrong it still sucks that we have to grab moments instead of holding the whole thing forever but. oh wait I'm wrong it's all terrible. backspace. delete.

September 8, 2022 / barton smock

it is dark in a bright language

Cornfield, christ, a clueless star. An orange toad setting fires in your father's younger stomach. 

I love not writing. There is a spot

you have
spaces
September 7, 2022 / barton smock

Summer – Johannes Göransson

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SummerJohannes Göransson
Tarpaulin Sky Press, 2022

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I think it might be too early for me to be putting words toward Johannes Göransson's Summer as I've only  just finished its fourth and final section called The World and the fire as a whole is still trying to figure out which parts it still needs to set. But, I also worry some season will end, and I'll be in it and have to lie about how I moved forward. Göransson writes the under out from under. Beauty, death, the after. The after-art of living as something uncreated. If a ceiling fan falls on a trapdoor...ah, I have no then. I paint my kidnapper to look like my kidnapper, lose blue like a hand, let children make me sad, think maybe invention has always known where it's imagined itself from, and am poor but less poor for work like Summer and…

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September 5, 2022 / barton smock

the baby’s throwing arm

the baby's throwing arm
doesn't last
two boats 
catch fire
you get a horse
a wheelchair
a bone 
here and there
in the cake
September 4, 2022 / barton smock

Lou Poster’s ‘The Kindness Of Strangers’ (at Schuylkill Valley Journal)

2nd installment at svjlit.com

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If you read everything from bones to palms, or read nothing between two hells, or need the whole to place you in parts, you owe it to yourself to check out Lou Poster's first published work 'The Kindness of Strangers' at Schuylkill Valley Journal (svjlit.com) 

SVJ is doing a serialized release of the story, and the first installment is up today.

~

Lou Poster is a Native West Virginian, current resident of the poorest county in Ohio. Appalachian songwriter/singer/storyteller. Son of a third generation coal miner.

Work is HERE

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September 3, 2022 / barton smock

Summer – Johannes Göransson

Summer
Johannes Göransson
Tarpaulin Sky Press, 2022

~

I think it might be too early for me to be putting words toward Johannes Göransson's Summer as I've only just finished its fourth and final section, 'The World', and the fire as a whole is still trying to figure out which parts it still needs to set. But, I also worry some season will end, and I'll be in it and have to lie about how I moved forward. Göransson writes the under out from under. Beauty, death, the after. The after-art of living as something uncreated. If a ceiling fan falls on a trapdoor...ah, I have no then. I paint my kidnapper to look like my kidnapper, lose blue like a hand, let children make me sad, think maybe invention has always known where it's imagined itself from, and am poor but less poor for work like Summer and the care it takes of the false elsewhere.

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reflection by Barton Smock

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book is here