I clip her nails
whose doll collects
cereal boxes
for JP
running with my brother
those three miles
seconds
kept
by a watch
of salt
the bland
sons
of distance
the names
of the born
between
we bid
in Ohio
on a pack
of condoms
dropped
by the invisible
man.
birth approaches its black stoplight.
in clothes
that fit
I feel
remembered.
keep the baby
eats
during thunderstorms
the evil was mine, the face wasn’t. some were delivered by one who wore a monster mask.
the smallest mouth guard. viruses
transmitted
by dream
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some places where I’ve been said to say:
Gazing Grain Press:
http://www.gazinggrainpress.com/#!Poet-Barton-Smock-on-Trauma-Feminism-Self-Publishing/cxj4/56063dbf0cf2f0ed7a222fa8
WritersDigest:
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/write-poetry-barton-smock
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some dates and things:
I have privately published a book titled {in this life another is you} which is a gathering of 50+ unpublished / unavailable / non-displayed / non-posted poems of mine. I am making it available for 3.00 via paypal (bartsmock@gmail.com) or by using this link: https://www.paypal.me/BartonSmock. all monies I receive for the book will be sent to a poet friend of mine who was injured while clearing debris for others after Hurricane Irma. books will be shipped on October 13th.
also, through the end of October, any monies I receive from the sales of my self-published books on Lulu will be added to and for same.
close by, a man is relearning how to cradle his corrected son.
my luck
the alien
I saw
was disabled
from ghost-written diaries
a constant identity
late
for its own
resurrection
my stories go nowhere.
god
and his tree
of hunger
two ears
at once
her wounded
boy
–
sleep has one god
absence, none
–
the cough
he had
the week
he was missing
