if presence
be a nakedness
survived
by nostalgia
and by
homage, then presence
a milk
in memory
of shape
or shape
oh shape
–
would-be astronaut
your head
is too small
(but oh how light
the gun you make
of your hand
–
I am not as alone as I remember
or only
our only
possession
(the belly-dancer’s
muted
radar
smoking over the empty crib, he calls anything that’s crawled on me the lost hand of god. I don’t care if you’re alone. for the skydiver (whose thoughts on crucifixion
up at this hour
with my thumb
in my mouth…
older
than mine
your missing
child…
the spider
it’s thrown itself on a drop of blood
said about:
Mannequin in the Nude, a poetry collection by Logan February, reviewed by Barton Smock
http://isacoustic.com/2019/03/28/ceremony-of-sand-poems-rodney-gomez/
http://isacoustic.com/2019/03/20/stay-poems-tanya-olson/
http://isacoustic.com/2019/02/13/lethal-theater-poems-susannah-nevison/
~
said to:
http://mysmallpresswritingday.blogspot.com/2019/02/barton-smock-my-small-press-writing-day.html
~
said some poems:
[safe musics]
the amnesia
of my jack-in-the-box
gave way
to boomerangs
and motion
was the capital
of grief
~
[who will love your doomed children]
a snake
designs itself
from memory
and does so
with the patience
of the bedridden
mother
whose unlit
cigarette
(whose puppet
hope
~
[lawn musics]
books on arson, grammar, vandalism…
god, multiple owners.
a typewriter
touched by father
at night.
the electric chair my brother imagined
& the hair
my sister…
adam (who’s never known the age of eve
~
[I am not a talker but do touch my face in a crowd]
a question for loneliness
(pain, slapstick, or the infant’s
love
for god
~
[the home life of victims]
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Thanks to Heavy Feather Review for letting me say some things toward Logan February’s stunner of a book, Mannequin In The Nude {PANK Books, 2019}
review is here:
Mannequin in the Nude, a poetry collection by Logan February, reviewed by Barton Smock
book is here:
Mannequin in the Nude, by Logan February. PANK Books, April 2019. 86 pages. $16.00, paper.
–
sobbing
(a form
of abuse
–
sleep
(god
mid-miracle
dies
–
saltshaker
(the cowbell of grief
–
sobbing
(there is a boy
for every
boy
–
born
(outnumbered
–
window
(they caught the person who was painting our baby blue
–
offer, exit:
for any direct orders made this month of my collection Ghost Arson (Kung Fu Treachery Press 2018), I will also include my 2017 self-published collection, ‘everything I touch remembers being my hand’, which is here:
Ghost Arson is 15.00 / orders for signed copies can be made via paypal to ghostarson@gmail.com or by using link:
PayPal.Me/ghostarson
*be sure to include your address in the notes field
or one can send a check to:
Barton Smock
5155 Hatfield Drive
Columbus, OH 43232
the worst advice that hunger gives is to dream of eating.
let your mail tell you where to live.
let there be
in god’s mouth
a bread crumb dressed as a fingerprint.
the shape of this stone makes me worried for symbols.
about the birdhouse
dad found
in a church-
I ask
the wrong
storm
–
is your son a mouse
chewing
on a star?
–
our blood
wants to pray
outside
kingsoftrain 