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March 22, 2020 / barton smock

from ( diets of the resurrected )

Most boys in Ohio have carried that rare dog that can worry about growing old into a store that only accepts prize money. Ohio can’t be everywhere. A hole falls out of the wind and the abuse stops.

March 20, 2020 / barton smock

from ( diets of the resurrected )

Ohio’s underwater cure for hiccups:

how sorry
I am
that ghost
is bored

swim
in a way
that says

March 19, 2020 / barton smock

from ( diets of the resurrected )

Lone high, Ohio:

stars, I guess

and a trapdoor
for a certain
kind
of turtle

and stars
for sure

March 19, 2020 / barton smock

{ In The Field Between Us – poems – Molly McCully Brown + Susannah Nevison }

ISACOUSTIC*

In The Field Between Us
Molly McCully Brown + Susannah Nevison
Persea Books, 2020

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It is possible our maker knows we are makerless. What can we do? Pair up, perhaps. Read outwardly, together, this In The Field Between Us, placed so mortally within by poets Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison. Look, I have wanted to write you. But instead I cup my hands by holding this book while elsewhere I clay and call inside its impression of response. Oh body, with your origin stories for mirrors. Oh eye, with your cut of arrival’s winnings. I was wrong to think correspondence would turn one lonely. Here, in a verse predating what is both former and latter, are two as two bringing transport to a standstill. Should I go on? Can I? How pure and wrecked can language be? I can’t say, but start here. There are tools used in…

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March 18, 2020 / barton smock

( poems at MacQueen’s Quinterly

have some poems at MacQueen’s Quinterly…huge thanks to Clare MacQueen and also to Alexis Rhone Fancher…

http://www.macqueensquinterly.com/MacQ2/Smock-Quintet-Poems.aspx

March 16, 2020 / barton smock

from ( diets of the resurrected )

Moods for nigh:

Sipped from worship, a mother will hide in her throat the lost paw of thirst. How long are we? No one says loss anymore.

March 12, 2020 / barton smock

from ( diets of the resurrected )

Moods for believable midwestern symbols:

When we realize that water cannot take us to where water lives, every television in Ohio stops what it’s doing to wash a ghost. Our friendless baby calls no one. I am not kind, but put my body between mine and yours.