Zachariah Claypole White – Postcards to the Angel [unmailed]
Postcards to the Angel [unmailed] Last night someone spiked my drink and [just say it] I woke up in a hospital bed, all these pointless poems bleeding from two fingers. Snow has covered and cleaned vomit from the steps; there are footprints in the ice, blood on my door. We always return to violence, don’t […]
Martin Settle – My Reader As Prosthesis
My Reader As Prosthesis come with me I have lived many lives all of them my own all of them lies ride the contours of my brain we’ll name a mountain room with me on a passenger ship we’ll drink wine we’ll spit in the ocean I’ll deny that I ever knew you in open […]
Mary Buchinger – On the Eighth Day
On the Eighth Day the garden left me and a boat was made in that boat the mind left the body and the spirit too became a separate thing and the winds of philosophy drove + so when I pierced my ear it was only the fleshy lobe that made way nothing else in the […]
Frank Paino – Nesyamun
Nesyamun Priest and Scribe of the Karnak Temple (Mummified remains displayed in Leeds City Museum, England) Forty layers of incensed linen stripped in the slow seduction of science. Cumin, myrrh, oils of cedar and cinnamon whose aromatics swirl like the potent scent of burnt offerings. Here, beneath […]
Bruce Bond – Lunette 4
Lunette 4 Even the dead feel incomplete and drift through the garden floor like a feeling of displacement or the scent of rain. You know that smell, the way a body knows to end the dream and drink. It knows itself as mostly water and therefore passing through. The breath of millions polishes the wall […]
