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May 1, 2022 / barton smock

( third animation by Noah M Smock for my upcoming work ‘blood to bathe us in its blue past’)

one more animation by Noah M Smock for my collection blood to bathe us in its blue past

HERE
May 1, 2022 / barton smock

( animations by Noah M Smock for poems from my upcoming self-published title ‘blood to bathe us in its blue past’

Again, so cool to be working with my son Noah M Smock who is doing some animations for poems from my upcoming self-published work tentatively titled blood to bathe us in its blue past.

HERE is the newest.

HERE is the previous.
April 30, 2022 / barton smock

country,

country 14

An orange baseball gives up in a white field.

Birth and death
no longer
miss each other.

A broken branch from my dog's sleep
is a big deal

and the saddest thing
April 29, 2022 / barton smock

well a note

anyway I really miss my grandmothers, my grandfathers, my father-in-law, and oh how I miss my aunt and lately the writing idk it's just not all there but I think that is part of it you know the distance the lack of wording the void that not even absence will throw itself into but I just want to say that while all this loss to me is like losing a place or an eyepatch or the x on some root, these losses mean to others whole fucking mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers and limbs without phantom and I just don't know what to say except that I am speechless at the tip of so many tongues and that I hope you are all able to language your way backward and through
April 29, 2022 / barton smock

( some cities, from ‘untouched in the capital of soon’

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city 33 Bagging the bright mouse in the deer faith of my youth - city 34 Tooth decay carried by god over the capital of After - city 35 All secrecy genetic Proof is our last ghost - city 36 A running shower that prays impossibly on the body of our lowest sibling for the return of a bomb-maker's homesick drone - city 37 An angel burned for soundproofing crows - city 61 One dollhouse for another The noises leave I keep the same double life Dog's paw, child's knee The rifle's Tilted field - city 67 Dying, touch will ask to attend the hand's silent film debut - city 69 Crow, with seashell - city 70 or 71 The short past of my body in the small of yours A baby chewing on its hand in pile of leaves - city 72 and 73 The boy has one mouse…

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April 27, 2022 / barton smock

country,

country 13

A glove passed from baby to baby 

or a light switch 
left 
for nearby 
angels.

A hand in the middle
of being a hand

April 27, 2022 / barton smock

country,

country 12

We throw seashells into a cornfield.

There are children
we want back
April 26, 2022 / barton smock

country,

country 11

We argue agonology in the exploded ghostgrief of god.

Repair is winter's last machine
April 24, 2022 / barton smock

(blood to bathe us in its blue past…animations, etc, by Noah M Smock

SO FUCKING STOKED to be working with my son Noah M Smock who is doing some animations for poems from my upcoming self-published work tentatively titled blood to bathe us in its blue past.
Here is the first. Love what this kid does, onscreen and off.  

The first of these is HERE



April 20, 2022 / barton smock

country,

country 10

100 poems about time travel:

The child young enough to be on my hip is waving to the nobody in the microwave. The dead have a past. But it's empty