UNKILLABLE ANGEL GOES TO THE CINEMA
poems, Barton Smock
185 pages (hardcover)
September 2026
back cover image by Aidan Smock
in-book illustrations and photographs by
Noah Michael Smock
Jude Smock
Mary Ann Gutierrez
Aidan Smock
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A reading is HERE
Some words toward it by the holy poet and person Mick Parsons are HERE
the wrist
cutter's hot
mirror
God makes a small noise out of a smaller
My mouth has a password it doesn't know
Death has one dream that's all a dream
I am younger than what I touch
Clueless
photos
A perfectionist as they imagine for the first time the face of god being seen by another
Romantic Abjection
Danielle Chelosky
Far West Press, 2026
A vanishing diarist possessed of a spiraling insistence, Danielle Chelosky is a writer whose prose leaves one automatically and impulsively blue as it does this then does that then does its magical and melancholy things enough to trick a pony into being a whole other pony anxious it’s appeared without a trace. In Romantic Abjection (Far West Press, 2026) there is some third spell being sounded out by one scrawling fanfic toward the forms that distance makes from premade scratch. Time has a body it can’t use. Death is afraid of god in a way that sleep isn’t. Does touch survive suddenly or does it live forewarned? You’ll hear something, this I know. This I don’t: An angel prays more than once to unsee its ghost nudes. In Romantic Abjection’s now, a feeling is there for a sec and then there the second it’s gone. Please read near enough to Danielle Chelosky that you read their writing.
I can't read my own handwriting any longer. Your memory though is still the angel that can't kill itself. I am trying to be a single thing that a car can hit. Car made whole. I get on my knees and put my palm on a psalm. Being drunk is a belonging one hides from a loss that will never look. Sound a footstep god uses to scare the lonely. A fly exists to avoid fly sadness.
anybody can say what they did for a day
in the world I was crying alot and people started to like me
Birth is a kidnapping that leaves no one behind.
My loneliness has a past
that yours
can forget. Oh
God.
I leave the car open and a neighbor sends their kid over to steal my alcohol. I let the kid get pretty far before pretending to point a gun at my head. The kid's head explodes a year from now. Your now, not mine. I'm not the father in every poem. It's okay to sleep like deer. Here comes that car, kid. My now is that fetus curled into a tire swing. The small amount of force you can't get back.
