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November 28, 2017 / barton smock

{hand, isacoustic, etc}

just a note, Lulu has extended the 40% off (CYBER40 coupon code) thru November 30th

barton smock's avatarkingsoftrain

thru November 27th, Lulu is offering 40% off all print books with coupon code of CYBER40

my newest is:

{everything I touch remembers being my hand} / poems
172 pages, 9.00

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

/ as always, will send free PDF of the work to anyone requesting. also free hard copy to anyone interested in writing a review. such requests can be made to bartonsmock@yahoo.com

// book preview on site is book in its entirety

/

selections from {everything I touch remembers being my hand}

[from ~ we brought home the wrong dying baby ~]

I ain’t been talked to in so long my wife’s kid thinks I have amnesia. ain’t been touched since Ohio’s ramshackle symbolism swallowed up some organ donor’s shadow. I went yesterday to a funeral for a woman’s ear. told people what I was wearing was a bedsheet belonged to the man in the…

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November 27, 2017 / barton smock

I am sick but I don’t feel sick

birth
knows everyone

November 27, 2017 / barton smock

I know by cobweb

(I know by cobweb)

the childbearing age

of a ghost, that dream

has taken
mirror, and also

that I cannot reopen
the mouth
my mouth

erased

November 27, 2017 / barton smock

the bodies of child

memory (my

mother’s)

of personal
space

November 27, 2017 / barton smock

{hand, isacoustic, etc}

thru November 27th, Lulu is offering 40% off all print books with coupon code of CYBER40

my newest is:

{everything I touch remembers being my hand} / poems
172 pages, 9.00

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

/ as always, will send free PDF of the work to anyone requesting. also free hard copy to anyone interested in writing a review. such requests can be made to bartonsmock@yahoo.com

// book preview on site is book in its entirety

/

selections from {everything I touch remembers being my hand}

[from ~ we brought home the wrong dying baby ~]

I ain’t been talked to in so long my wife’s kid thinks I have amnesia. ain’t been touched since Ohio’s ramshackle symbolism swallowed up some organ donor’s shadow. I went yesterday to a funeral for a woman’s ear. told people what I was wearing was a bedsheet belonged to the man in the moon. told myself I had this microscope could see a ghost and that I’ve only ever lost an empty house. I don’t know how old I am but I know what year I want it to be. before dying I saw it flash how I should have died. low creature. tugboat.

~~~

father an optometrist inspecting a replica of a totem pole and mother an eel collapsing at the thought of a play performed in a stone.

and there, at the bottom of grief, a cup of dirt with nothing to bury.

/

[from ~ in this life another is you ~]

water, make your fist. hold your breath
in a single
fish.

/

[from ~ food ~]

how to bathe
a red chameleon
from the childhood
of Moses

~~~

books to step on, scarecrows

to kiss.

animal
a thing left speechless.

night
a lost
suitcase.

the apple, the quiet. brother’s

double
nodding off
on library’s
secret
horse.

door songs.

mother, mother, father-

/

[from ~ soft facts ~]

body

like some use an alias. fingerprints

manna
for hand.

I was dreaming I guess
in the face of brevity

of god’s glassrabbit ocean

/

also, please check out and consider submitting to {isacoustic*}, here: https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/

work on site so far:

four poems by person Adam Hughes:

person Adam Hughes, four poems

four poems by person Jon Cone:

person Jon Cone, four poems

*** also on site are reviews by myself of books by Sarah Marcus, Ruth Awad, Darren C Demaree, and Kaveh Akbar

November 26, 2017 / barton smock

griefmost

the lamp
eating
its bowl
of light

November 26, 2017 / barton smock

{everything I touch remembers being my hand * poems Nov 2017}

barton smock's avatarkingsoftrain

in the name of all things unfixable, have a new self-published full length collection {everything I touch remembers being my hand} available somewhere below. some of it was partially and formerly a private thing called {so sang} but I wasn’t happy with the layout. if you have it in its former shape, my apologies for directing you there.

as always, will send free PDF of the work to anyone requesting. also free hard copy to anyone interested in writing a review. such requests can be made to bartonsmock@yahoo.com

also, thru November 26th, Lulu is offering 30% off all print books with coupon code of LULU30

~

everything I touch remembers being my hand / poems
172 pages, 9.00

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

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November 26, 2017 / barton smock

asking

can I miss
my body
with yours
our blood
the loneliest
bone

November 24, 2017 / barton smock

{everything I touch remembers being my hand * poems Nov 2017}

in the name of all things unfixable, have a new self-published full length collection {everything I touch remembers being my hand} available somewhere below. some of it was partially and formerly a private thing called {so sang} but I wasn’t happy with the layout. if you have it in its former shape, my apologies for directing you there.

as always, will send free PDF of the work to anyone requesting. also free hard copy to anyone interested in writing a review. such requests can be made to bartonsmock@yahoo.com

also, thru November 26th, Lulu is offering 30% off all print books with coupon code of LULU30

~

everything I touch remembers being my hand / poems
172 pages, 9.00

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

November 24, 2017 / barton smock

death & prayer

i.

to be called forth
from nothing

how perfect

/ no melancholy
is fair
to insect

ii.

would that we could be separated
later
by birth

that we might enjoy
shape

/ the darkness of being remembered