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April 4, 2018 / barton smock

{recent @ isacoustic*}

reflection on Canese Jarboe’s dark acre

https://isacoustic.com/2018/04/04/dark-acre-poems-canese-jarboe/

 

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person Robyn Brooks, four poems

https://isacoustic.com/2018/04/04/person-robyn-brooks-four-poems/

April 4, 2018 / barton smock

wrist musics (vii)

i.

who
in my absence
will teach
absence

(you are here)

(because an angel

kept
from god
a former
angel’s
dream

ii.

slang
for slang
who

would your movie
mom

quote (you

are here)

cloud / of a doll / in a finger / nail

iii.

it is only
a drop
of blood / she gets

it anyway / the rolling

pin (you are

iv.

here a fox)

with an egg
for a heart

April 3, 2018 / barton smock

{some notes, isacoustic* volume third}

https://isacoustic.com/2018/04/03/some-notes/

 

April 3, 2018 / barton smock

{own, etc}

thru April 9th, 20% off all print books at Lulu with coupon code of TWENTY18

mine, self-published, are here:

http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/acolyteroad

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some recent:

IDEATIONS

the elderly
our unpraised
orphans
with healed
and self-taught
toys

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cancer is a pop gun and when I say missing I mean her body was seen by the lonely / her body / was having children but only those / we’d seen / in photos / I mean bus

of a christian
swim team

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when cooking, mama says she is burning the uniform of the country I was dragged through. she knows better than to come from rib. cheek, maybe. or fishhook.

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scar to my wound, this man believes in god. the last thing I learn is what I know. Franz Wright’s final book is called The Toy Throne. I understand this man when he says he was born with a disabled child. what is lightning

to a fish

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faith a shoelace in an unbroken egg

I stare at the letter x

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the plate

in god’s head
is a writer’s
dream. she crows

her three
words
for stoplight
as a doll

bites down
on a stick…

math is maybe not the best look for grief

and hunger

too academic

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after suicide, everything that happens is the past

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I am not a ghost,

hand
I use
the least

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the mothers they were rehearsing in the drive-thru
the sex talk for boys they thought
were still
alive

–

crush a white tick / you’ll become / a projectionist

–

sleep is a bleeding stopped by the eye

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with god
prepared
to remove
its white
stomach, the dream

sees brain
as the print
of its thumbless
hand

~~~~

/ to a breathing machine in a swimming pool

the angel says whale

/ my nightmare

has a whale. it takes grief

from a mule

/ my brothers are porn

and star. claustrophobes

haunting
the hard
to forgive

~~~

alone in that no-name church of dream

scales of grief
and thrown back
fish

April 3, 2018 / barton smock

{newly, isacoustic*}

Danielle Hanson

https://isacoustic.com/2018/04/02/person-danielle-hanson-three-poems/

 

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Sarah Sarai

https://isacoustic.com/2018/04/03/700/

April 3, 2018 / barton smock

core musics

i.

a long-legged owl
its blood
gone to heaven
her shadow
drops everything

ii.

I don’t eat where I eat

iii.

ear-shaped mirrors. junkyard deer

April 2, 2018 / barton smock

dust musics

the treehouse oven, the breadlit

moon- so what

he don’t remember
right or left
which hand
shot
his brother, how many

fish
per nightmare

April 2, 2018 / barton smock

muscle musics

a tadpole
in my mouth
I pin
with my knees
my smallest
brother
our first
kiss
on the cross
of the startled
mime

April 2, 2018 / barton smock

{new @ isacoustic*}

Jan Steckel

https://isacoustic.com/2018/04/02/person-jan-steckel-two-poems/

Natalie Crick

https://isacoustic.com/2018/04/02/person-natalie-crick-three-poems/

April 2, 2018 / barton smock

{smaller, pl.}

NOTE- last day-

thru April 2nd, Lulu is offering 10% off all print books AND free mail shipping (or 50% off ground) with coupon code of BOOKSHIP18

poetry collections, mine, self-published, are here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/acolyteroad

barton smock's avatarkingsoftrain

some recent things:

[returning]

my angel is a scarecrow in a sleeping bag. heaven a movie theater in spain. she walks that way because she is trying to step on her blood. the boy at the gate is lost and must choose either frankenstein’s childhood or a more diverse nostalgia. orphans on earth smell like bread.

~

[returning]

there are pictures of me sleeping that are responsible for my brother cheating on his diet. apples the shape of going home. sex addicts fighting to direct a musical about the number of people disappearing

to let death
mourn. there is a chair in an open field. a throbbing in the palm of sound’s publisher. a kid under a blanket asking god

when did she know
what perfection
was. a mouth that was a bomb

/ before I had teeth

~

[returning]

with sound
the second language
of absence, with

mother, bible…

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