on recent work, mine:
https://foragepoetry.com/2016/12/02/review-of-infantcinema-by-barton-smock-emma-hall/
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on recent work, others:
Nothing Good Ever Happens After Midnight, poems, Sarah Marcus, GTK Press
https://kingsoftrain.wordpress.com/2016/09/07/nothing-good-ever-happens-after-midnight-poems-by-sarah-marcus-gtk-press-2016/
marshland moon, poems, Eleanor Gray, Dink Press
https://kingsoftrain.wordpress.com/2016/09/27/reflections-on-marshland-moon-poems-by-eleanor-gray-dink-press-2016/
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where, recently, mine:
https://foragepoetry.com/2016/07/02/three-poems-by-barton-smock/
http://figrootpress.com/2016/10/14/circa-ii-and-circa-iii-by-barton-smock/
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self-publications:
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/acolyteroad
(note: currently, 15% off all print books on Lulu with coupon code of 5THDAY15)
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some, here:
[truancies]
pain is under the impression it’s on the move.
the brain
a fire
that cannot
spread.
in a world of non-competitive
seizing
I show my son
how to waste
his hand
on the hand
signal
that called away
vandalism’s
angel.
~
[son]
it was born in a bath of milk when there was milk to burn. it drew with daylight. when asked for details, it pulled a shadow’s tooth. we took it to a movie, a war movie, where it made its first noise. its pain went everywhere. it sold, it sold until it ran out of clothes. its mothers had fight.
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[immersion]
your attacker has a history of being baptized. identifies as male. was found hallucinating in a movie theater run by his father. we shot him not knowing he’d already been. his mother says his stutter is an act. she is what we call empty inside. you look like your father.
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[childlike answer]
I am made mostly of trying to find my way back to bread
a black tire, the bed
of the fisherman’s
crow- death and guilt
genetic-
same dream, same bear-
the afterlife of god
– tree of more
/ boredom, falling short
in a mom’s
coldest
child / I understood
your movie / is there a meal
choice
prepares, or a less
direct
psalm / a taller me
where ovens
talk
a doll taped to a skateboard. you get the idea. mirror for doghouse, nest for traffic light.
yeah madness had a motorcycle
for every
drive-thru
boy finds
a plastic
fingernail
and suddenly
he’s a rat
surgeon
washing
hand puppets
for god
in the birthplace
of buzzard
fiction
invented as a way to impress pain
/ had to pass
through sleep
