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December 10, 2017 / barton smock

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unfortunately, still true

barton smock's avatarkingsoftrain

through December 11th, Lulu is offering 15% off all print books with coupon code of LULU15

my newest everything I touch remembers being my hand is here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/everything-i-touch-remembers-being-my-hand/paperback/product-23423003.html

(book preview on site is book entire / free PDF to anyone requesting / free hard copy to anyone interested in writing a review ~ contact bartonsmock@yahoo.com)

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I also do a partial and pretty horrifying reading of the work, here:

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December 10, 2017 / barton smock

deeper, shape

recovery is a prison run by fish.

light’s one song-

the past is bleeding

December 9, 2017 / barton smock

{person Brian Dawson at isacoustic*}

Brian Dawson has four poems at ~ isacoustic* ~

person Brian Dawson, four poems

 

 

 

December 8, 2017 / barton smock

insomniacs for the health of your ghost

in one dream, a carousel horse. in another, a stomach.

dream is a shortcut

December 8, 2017 / barton smock

{comp}

through December 11th, Lulu is offering 15% off all print books with coupon code of LULU15

my newest everything I touch remembers being my hand is here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/everything-i-touch-remembers-being-my-hand/paperback/product-23423003.html

(book preview on site is book entire / free PDF to anyone requesting / free hard copy to anyone interested in writing a review ~ contact bartonsmock@yahoo.com)

~

I also do a partial and pretty horrifying reading of the work, here:

December 8, 2017 / barton smock

{AT, further}

barton smock's avatarkingsoftrain

AT isacoustic*

https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/

CONTRIBUTORS:

Jon Cone

and the heart-ache
that occupies the land is yours alone in hope. – {from} YOU ARE NOT LATE, IT IS ONLY THE PRELUDE THAT PLAYS

person Jon Cone, four poems

/

Adam Hughes

Tonight the fugitive gods limp
away, – {from} Kemper Street Hymns

person Adam Hughes, four poems

//

Leanne Drapeau

the body broken,
poured out. – {from} love has all its teeth intact

person Leanne Drapeau, three poems

///

Agnieszka Mauch

I can’t
move my arms enough to create a
notion of the sea – {from} FURTHER DISRUPTIONS

person Agnieszka Mauch, two poems

////

Amelia Kester

I will find
the soft people – {from} BLACKBERRIES

person Amelia Kester, one poem

/////

REVIEWS:

They Were Bears – poems – Sarah Marcus

Set to Music a Wildfire – poems – Ruth Awad

Calling a Wolf a Wolf – poems – Kaveh Akbar

Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly – poems – Darren…

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December 8, 2017 / barton smock

from a letter to my body

when there are no mothers, I will crawl toward the one sitting with what her legs couldn’t burn and I will ask my blood to be the same fish

December 7, 2017 / barton smock

{reading from ‘everything I touch remembers being my hand’}

jesus fucking forehead

December 7, 2017 / barton smock

waker

mouth pain / in a clean / house

the weight
of sister

the passwords of worried creatures

a stroller’s
body
of work

treeless (quiet)

December 7, 2017 / barton smock

{AT, further}

AT isacoustic*

https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/

CONTRIBUTORS:

Jon Cone

and the heart-ache
that occupies the land is yours alone in hope. – {from} YOU ARE NOT LATE, IT IS ONLY THE PRELUDE THAT PLAYS

person Jon Cone, four poems

/

Adam Hughes

Tonight the fugitive gods limp
away, – {from} Kemper Street Hymns

person Adam Hughes, four poems

//

Leanne Drapeau

the body broken,
poured out. – {from} love has all its teeth intact

person Leanne Drapeau, three poems

///

Agnieszka Mauch

I can’t
move my arms enough to create a
notion of the sea – {from} FURTHER DISRUPTIONS

person Agnieszka Mauch, two poems

////

Amelia Kester

I will find
the soft people – {from} BLACKBERRIES

person Amelia Kester, one poem

/////

REVIEWS:

They Were Bears – poems – Sarah Marcus

Set to Music a Wildfire – poems – Ruth Awad

Calling a Wolf a Wolf – poems – Kaveh Akbar

Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly – poems – Darren C Demaree