some recent poems:
for the noise
at the sight
dream won’t have me
how long might satellites mourn? sickness took the lord. a scarecrow the pulse of a cricket.
not every image was worth the effort.
in becoming less alone, the beasts have begun to care what I do with my body. this thing I save
it crawls on water.
[hick lore rabbit hole], poems, barton smock, self-published / here:
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