hungry for kindness, each of us pretends to see the other’s hallucinations. I admire the backstroke of your perfect scarecrow and you the focus of my choking owl. when we see the same thing, be it mouse or frog, we chew to keep our hearing in place. to have you as a brother is to be alone. our father makes robots for our mother to mourn while our sister opens an eye in the blindfold’s mouth. rocks have the softest shadows. before I saw god, I saw god’s ear.
sorry.
did a facebook live reading of Ghost Arson…it’s not pretty to look at but I mean what I whisper.
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Ghost Arson is Barton Smock’s first non self-published, full-length collection of poetry (62 pages) and is set for release December 2018 via Kung Fu Treachery Press.
book is 15.00
/ orders 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
**all copies will be signed
or one can send a check to:
Barton Smock
5155 Hatfield Drive
Columbus, OH 43232
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{ isacoustic* } volume fifth is available here:
http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/isacoustic-volume-fifth/paperback/product-23902285.html
contributors:
Amy Soricelli
Kristin Garth
Kat Giordano
Nadia Wolnisty
Rebecca Kokitus
Cathryn Shea
James Diaz
Alicia Cole
Suzanne Edison
Donna Vorreyer
Anna Scotti
Elijah Tomaszewski
Lucy Harlow
Wanda Deglane
Matt Morris
Linzi Garcia
Holly Lyn Walrath
Phoebe Wagner
Jason Ryberg
Natasha Kochicheril Moni
Marisa Crane
Visar
Simon Henry Stein
Erik Fuhrer
Rachel Nix
David Bankson
Geraldine Fernandez
Christie Suyanto
Michael Prihoda
T.M. Strong
Arushi Singh
J.J. Steinfeld
Mike Ferguson
Danielle Hanson
Leah Mueller
Kate Garrett
Ashley Bullen-Cutting
Thomas Tyrrell
Glen Armstrong
Coreen Hampson
Alexandre Ferrere
Joseph Murphy
Jessie Lynn McMains
Mela Blust
Cynthia Manick
Renwick Berchild
Stuart Buck
Heidi Turner
Jonathan Witte
Aytan Laleh
Zsa Zsa Mendoza
M; Margo
Victoria Nordlund
Hal Y Zhang
Kristin Fullerton
Regis Louis Coustillac
Isla McKetta
Heath Brougher
a dog-tamer by day, he’d lose at night his stomach’s paw to a sleepy hand. not there to feed anything, I’d set anyway a fishbowl down for a rocking horse. sometimes a woman would shock me with her finger then put on her shoes. then leave or not exist.
between hearing thunder and seeing deer, the dying woman tells a story in a language she’s never spoken. I swear to use smaller words. ill, far. farm. in each of us, perhaps, is the lost faith of god. the bread of our anthill’s home.
the relationships you have with my body
and the relationships
I
(if there’s a god
then why
seed
(a son this ill
an angel
obsessed
with paperbacks (is this
Ohio
or a gift shop where none have prayed
did a facebook live reading of Ghost Arson…it’s not pretty to look at but I mean what I whisper.
~
Ghost Arson is Barton Smock’s first non self-published, full-length collection of poetry (62 pages) and is set for release December 2018 via Kung Fu Treachery Press.
book is 15.00
/ orders 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
**all copies will be signed
or one can send a check to:
Barton Smock
5155 Hatfield Drive
Columbus, OH 43232
~
Sarah Law lives in London, UK, and is a tutor for the Open University and elsewhere. She has five poetry collections and is widely published online. Her pamphlet My Converted Father, is published by Broken Sleep Books. She edits the online journal Amethyst Review.
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Jazz with Diana
Is a shifting mood of chords
is dry ice evoking the smoke
of a joint in twenties Manhattan,
by night, by streetwise starlight. Is
a touch of freeform syncopation,
the old heart has quavered lately,
(still within the limits of its listening).
Is Miss Lonely Heart, sat at the bar
with her legs crossed and her hands
turning the glass of gimlet in
the low keyed evening, she
makes such a picture there, that he
remembers her silhouette ten years on,
the angle of her limbs and the sheen
of her blouse, and ambition’s
hazy scent. How its neat strength
becomes…
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Marissa Glover is currently the Managing Editor for Orange Blossom Review and the Poetry Editor at Barren Press and was nominated in 2018 for a Pushcart Prize by The Lascaux Review for her poem “Some Things Are Decided Before You Are Born.” Marissa’s poetry was recently anthologized in Persona Non Grata by Fly on the Wall Press and published at Likely Red, Ghost City Review, The Coil, and New Verse News, among others. Follow her on Twitter @_MarissaGlover_.
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WHERE HAVE ALL THE CHILDREN GONE?
When I hear the wailing travel down the tracks—an echo of Piggy’s conch blowing across the beach, this monster stealing through the graveyard, grinding through the dead—I think of Mowgli, the boy who ran wild in The Jungle Book half-naked, covered only by a loincloth and liberty. Half-brave, you and I climb the trestle. The metal is cold and not to be trusted, a drunk…
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where so many
are survived
by the eldest
babymaker
still abusing
his dinosaur
is the spread
of loneliness
you remember
stopping
kingsoftrain 