Search histories of the kidnapped as erased by the ghost of a wedding photographer. A toad and a train car turning away from god. Leaving's display kitchen. The last birthday marked for touch.
there's no skin where my skin pretends to cry
Eating is magic. Hunger a rabbit removed from its environment. I can make some sense now, I think, of death. Of a grandmother’s life of cooking and loss. We wore our frostbitten noses. Did things with frogs might an infant laugh on the inside where a nothing was still in boxes. Took from blood its blue now. Which was wrong. ~ I want for my son a more regular sadness. Not touch with its vacant déjà vu. Not the stutter, untapped, of his far beast. More the fasting of an unknowable fish. A marionette gazing at a toy car ~ Ohio moons: the child we could not bury and the child like it a ghost crying over the loss of a plain colored pet unmothered sisterlight the time between oranges ~ Moods for screenplay: It is always just before the sadness that I stop brushing my teeth It is always just before the sadness that I stop brushing my teeth It is always just before the sadness that I stop brushing my teeth It is always just before the sadness that I stop brushing my teeth It is always just before the sadness that I stop brushing my teeth It is always just before the sadness that I stop brushing my teeth It is always just before the sadness that I stop brushing my teeth It is always just before the sadness that I stop brushing my teeth It is always just before the sadness that I stop brushing my teeth It is always just before the sadness that I stop brushing my teeth It is always just before the sadness that I stop brushing my teeth Small again the star is little ~ AND hard copies available, PAY WHAT YOU WANT: untouched in the capital of soon, 187 pages poems, Sept 2021 can be purchased via paypal (bartsmock@gmail.com) or Venmo: @Barton-Smock-2 or CashApp: $BartonSmock blood to bathe us in its blue past, 217 pages poems new and selected, May 2022 can be purchased via paypal (bartsmock@gmail.com) or Venmo: @Barton-Smock-2 or CashApp: $BartonSmock and I say
Lou Poster's 'The Kindness of Strangers' is dense and gutting, and is at Schuylkill Valley Journal (svjlit.com) SVJ is doing a serialized release of the story, and the fourth installment is up today. first installment second installment third installment fourth installment
a cigarette burn and a bitemark fight over a tooth from the dryer jesus was just a kid
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 ~ 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.
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.
has footfall for moon finger for the blue car door has brevity's darkroom for triangles underwater
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
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