Please join us for the 9th installment of the 'I think I can't speak for everyone here' reading series tomorrow at 9PM EST.
Email bluejawedsnake@gmail.com for the Zoom link and also to sign-up for the open mic if desired.
Featured readers will be Crystal Stone and Kristopher Biernat.
Kristopher Biernat is a writer and artist from North Carolina. He is the author of the silent crucifixion (Between Shadows, 2022), triskaidekaphilia (LJmcD Communications, 2023), and Orpheus' Clock of Snow (Stone Skeleton Books, forthcoming). His work has appeared in The Evergreen Review, Plethora Magazine, Phantom Kangaroo, Dadakuku, and others. He is the publisher of Lemures Books and blogs at theskyisapoem.com. He lives in Chattanooga, Tennessee with his wife. He is in love.
Crystal Stone is author of six collections of poetry including Knock-Off Monarch (2019), All the Places I Wish I Died (2021), Gym Bra (2022), Civic Duty (2022), This is Not a Poem (2023), and White Lies (2024). Her poems have been published in numerous national and international poetry journals including The Threepenny Review, Salamander, poetry Daily and many others. She received her MFA from Iowa State University, where she gave a TEDx talk entitled ‘The Transformative Power of Poetry.’ You can find more of her publications at her website www.crystalbstone.com.
The deal may have been for him to be the son of god for a day. In Ohio, a microwave has two angels. Birth and death hear the same sound. My body and my body aren’t close.
This hasn’t been a success. Time is the sex life of distance. Snake said nothing, but we’d all hear our own way into sound near the tree of loneliness. You name things to forget who you are. I played with my kids, then didn’t. Shaved my head when there was nothing to eat. The miracle should have been shrapnel to snow. Graves ache nowhere into being. With movies, the bleeding is internal. I hear an owl because that’s what it knows to be. God dies at the speed of god.
The writing is only going to get more beautiful. Stop growing, we say. Sleep directs its first play. Its only. God in a glacier. Bombs have everywhere to go.
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