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September 3, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 133

I am less than a mile old when I have all the time in the world to miss nothing

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city 134

Is mom movie rain or real real snow

September 2, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 132

A snake looks a thing stuck with ending its life. There are no snakes here but you can lose your appetite in the wind. Also 

sleep stops breathing.

August 30, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 131

Reincarnation came close, but God has yet to experience loss. This is where human pain was born. If there is a tree made from the nights I look my children awake, eat what you want. Hide anywhere. We only see you when you swim.
 

August 29, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 130

One parent is grief and one is touch. Years pass without a thunderstorm being put to sleep. A son moves into his body to bathe. He scratches his own arm and tries to look at his eyes. His thumbs hurt and we tell him a picture has just been snapped inside the closest museum of the suddenly sick. Because there is only a second time for everything, I thought you knew we were here. Touch is teaching hand the history of again. It's grief's turn to be grief.
August 27, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 129

In this game, you’ve to touch the bottom of a pool then make air before anyone you know is killed. It is accepted during play that the impatient have been verified by god. Pets are allowed but must have left some amount of water in the cupped hands of one who’s been recently alone in a yearless city. Death that occurs from other types of dying will be photographed by the mothers who've yet to kneel before the earliest walker. Scoring is determined by the length of the game. If every mother present has knelt, the deaths can be ignored.

August 25, 2021 / barton smock

(all, under, mine

Some things, said:

My Small Press Writing Day

interview, Fevers of the Mind

interview, Collidescope

interview, FlyWay Journal

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Some things, written:

Poetry at Sangam

excerpt, at Anvil Tongue, of 'rocks have the softest shadows'

Soonisms, Poem-A-Day at poets.org

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Publications:

i.

skin to skin in an unmarked life, chapbook

ii.

SELF-PUBLISHED:

animal masks on the floor of the ocean
June 2019, 124 pages

an old idea one had of stars
Feb 2020, 58 pages

rocks have the softest shadows
Dec 2020, 237 pages

can be purchased via paypal (bartsmock@gmail.com)
or Venmo @Barton-Smock-1
or CashApp $BartonSmock

*pay what you want

**any questions to bartonsmock@yahoo.com

August 25, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 128

In a pool made mostly of where a pool should be, we take turns pretending underwater to know how long it took to create time. A baby outside of its mother screams god into a bird forgetting to breathe. Our sisters think they can't sleep.  

August 24, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 127

We had the child to get the child's attention. We vanished, then, or grew slower than eyesight. When it snows, it snows almost long enough to kill the unfinished ghost of a rare giant. Still, there is a place in hell for every jump scare. Darkness ate me first, says the rock.
August 23, 2021 / barton smock

like a mirror I long in my unwatched moments

for, today

barton smock's avatarkingsoftrain

to hold
my weightless
creator

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August 23, 2021 / barton smock

(titles, etc

I.

self-published:

animal masks on the floor of the ocean
June 2019, 124 pages

an old idea one had of stars
Feb 2020, 58 pages

rocks have the softest shadows
Dec 2020, 237 pages

can be purchased via paypal (bartsmock@gmail.com)
or Venmo @Barton-Smock-1
or CashApp $BartonSmock

*pay what you want

**any questions to bartonsmock@yahoo.com

II.

CHAPBOOK

skin to skin in an unmarked life
poetry chapbook
7.00
Trainwreck Press 2021

can be purchased HERE