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January 16, 2018 / barton smock


thru January 18th, 20% off all print books on Lulu with coupon code of LULU20

my most recent collection is here:

and {isacoustic*} volume first is here:


January 15, 2018 / barton smock

the angel

the sea
its oldest
the angel
of a butterfly
from hell’s
first council
of sleep
as we kiss
on the hand
our hunger

January 14, 2018 / barton smock


childish nicknames for the messiah

these desperate meditations
on the ghost
of a sober

I am not death but enter
like it
the church
of so many
spelling bees
to ask
whose punishment

for being born
am I

January 13, 2018 / barton smock

mother, barefoot


about the owl
taught god
to count

January 13, 2018 / barton smock

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Jon Cone

and the heart-ache
that occupies the land is yours alone in hope. – {from} YOU ARE NOT LATE, IT IS ONLY THE PRELUDE THAT PLAYS


Adam Hughes

Tonight the fugitive gods limp
away, – {from} Kemper Street Hymns


Leanne Drapeau

the body broken,
poured out. – {from} love has all its teeth intact


Agnieszka Mauch

I can’t
move my arms enough to create a
notion of the sea – {from} FURTHER DISRUPTIONS


Amelia Kester

I will find
the soft people – {from} BLACKBERRIES


Brian Dawson

…sway against forgotten statues
until all that is left is the sibilance of old secrets. – {from} Nine


Ed Churchouse

…mute blue comma,
w/ tiny, turned off
fullstop eyes,
you force
me caesura early
in the walking
home from work. – {from} Dead Bird


Jill Chan

I haven’t thought of the day.

I am only in it. – {from} Dew Light


Arvind Joshi

Where a man’s blood grows ice and his life painfully long. – {from} After Four Autumns and Five Springs


Gayle McCreery

This model of beauty living out its time… – {from} Kingfisher


Robert Okaji

…syllables sparring for sound – {from} Black Lilies


Kelli Allen

the dead into the theatre, wait for the third ovation – {from} Galloping toward the harbor, crown in our pocket


Daniel Paul Marshall

Watch a person embody the inversion of
a stereotype & flabbergasted wonder if a whole life
inside an office cubicle | letting the key
strokes presage crow’s feet in the temple…


Charlotte Hamrick

Learn to be silent, craft an exit strategy – {from} Lonely Magnificent


Nicholas Christian

When the glass bottle washes ashore empty we begin to sing – {from} Broken Slopes


Tim Miller

the warmth and steel of generations:
lives unlike ours, lives of basic green and
brown, slow but lacking relaxation

on the edge of hunger and safety,
this slope by the sea far from leisure
and far from want in its brutal need. – {from} The Brough of Birsay (Orkney)


Darren C Demaree

…all that
yellow we code-named
“bird-watching” – {from} EMILY AS WE, SPARINGLY



of They Were Bears by Sarah Marcus:

of Set To Music A Wildfire by Ruth Awad:

of Calling A Wolf A Wolf by Kaveh Akbar:

of Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly by Darren C Demaree:

of Imagine Not Drowning by Kelli Allen:

of The Crown Ain’t Worth Much by Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib


volume first, January 2018, is available here:

January 13, 2018 / barton smock


long gone are the insects
you forgave

this storm, the whale
of oblivion’s
white feast, this moon

the word

January 12, 2018 / barton smock


mother’s peach
my stick
church bell

a ghost
has seen
a doll