Skip to content
October 27, 2016 / barton smock


as proof of shyness. as death

rounded down.

October 27, 2016 / barton smock

{you can be. tired.}

hole / poems, barton smock, October 2016

is here:

as always, free hard copy to any person interested in writing a review

free PDF can be requested via contacting

book preview on site is book entire

**currently, 20% off all print books, there, with coupon code of SAVVYREADER

***if you tell a friend, the friend you tell can be imaginary


some poems, from:

[no wolf]

I was a doorstep baby and brother a treehouse.

moon of the injured. moon of the blind.


[his impressions of the experiment]

my closest frat brother looks at the toad and says frog motherfucker. tackles me. fact: there is a certain kind of toad that by staying still can kill a drug dog. in this country, a man can sell doves from the back of a white van. a man can run out of doves. my ghost is obsessed with caterpillars. it doesn’t matter what you say. they found that woman.


[her impressions of the experiment]

his animals hiccup somewhere within the contagious yawns of god. his tumor is the crow of the ocean. the foot they hope to find me with is not yet purple. I shred a tiny pillow but your baby ain’t blind.


[circa (xii)]

the human dream

god’s attempt at a short story

the animal


/ the elephant
in its ruin
takes up
for whale

yeah, it rains here

adult diapers
are fishhook

/ tell your sister
nothing happened
to mine


[circa (xx)]

to the man whose face can do things mine cannot, I give my son.

silence has no creator. pictures

of god
don’t sell.

October 27, 2016 / barton smock


one less person
for god
to watch

October 27, 2016 / barton smock


we wrestle sometimes in the junkyard over who gets to guard the lullaby machine. we share an image of our father making a throwing motion while above a necksick dog. of our mother dropkicking a pumpkin to egg on the nothing y’all can come and get. we aren’t close but chew together loudly and lip-synch the hymns we know. spiders forget the sea.

October 26, 2016 / barton smock


from crow
to anthill
the thing
that’s there

telescope, craft your grief

god is what
if all

October 26, 2016 / barton smock

{edits, recent and not so, &}

recent poems:


gather facts
for loss
and sons
gather facts
for loss



infant, the sooner
than expected
for god.

I have this baby I’m not afraid to use.

you pretend to shoot
and I’ll pretend
to fall. we’ll make a day

of never talking.

the missing crow of thorns.


[swimmer of the blue snow]

a bowl of soup bleeds to death
in the eatery
of my praying


[exit wound]

coming up
we are
with names
for time



I am with my wife and son and we are drinking from the shell of a turtle a soup the locals use to dilute a rain’s grief. I kind of know that something bad is going to happen to both twins. my wife is looking for a wheelchair and then for a place to hide it. my son is saying grace in the only spot he’ll ever be. some of his white pills turn blue as a laugh track denies three times the thunder’s loss.

/ barn etiquette. the rabbit

the volcano’s


[no after]

and what would you have me imagine? a change of tense in a tale of abuse. a baby licking the palm of a doll. a spoon. a robot’s broken arm. a chalk outline of a worm. hunger’s tacklebox. our allergic sister’s suicide note. a calf eating its first canary.



the nude’s failure to stay awake in a laundromat. the suicide of the copycat toddler. nine types of catfish. a worm’s tongue. god’s last name. the orphan’s timekiller.


older poems:

[possum & moth]

dad is trying to load bullets into a flashlight. his tv show is having trouble sleeping. mom wants us to drink the water while it’s hot. myself I’ve heard horror stories about pissing in the baby pool. I tell my brother having a fever is alot like giving god a blowjob. sister opens the oven for a doll she thought would be taller. we like you but not when you’re lonely.


[On my father being gay]

a crow
born inside
a footstep
is passing
for dark


[plain sight]

a hearse emerging from the shadow of a school bus

/ a mother
to return
a baptized

/ that poorly
bait shop


newest self-publication:

~hick lore rabbit hole~

~poems, barton smock, 124 pages, 9.00
~October 2016

available here:


book preview on site is book entire

free hard copy to those interested in writing a review, make request to


*note: currently, all Lulu print books are 20% off with coupon code of SAVVYREADER

October 26, 2016 / barton smock


the future?

of the world ours is based on


my teddy bear


means the baby
on your back
can swim