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October 20, 2017 / barton smock

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10% off all print books AND free mail shipping (or 50% off ground shipping) today at Lulu with coupon code of BOOKSHIP17

through the end of October, any monies I receive from the sales of my self-published books on Lulu will be sent to a poet friend of mine who was injured while clearing debris for others after Hurricane Irma.

available books are here:
http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/l-a-i-t-y/paperback/product-23332280.html

also, any monies I receive for the below private publications will be added to and for same.

private publications are available via paypal (bartsmock@gmail.com) or https://www.paypal.me/BartonSmock, as such:

chapbook, BASILISK, 64 pages $5.00
(Feb 2017)

chapbook, the accepted field, 84 pages $5.00
(May 2017)

chapbook, in this life another is you, 64 pages $3.00
(Oct 2017)

full length, so sang, 210 pages $8.00
(Oct 2017)

some recent poems:

[ultimata]

how am I not a dream? I am not a place. I can’t say rabbit but can robot. my god knows one story. those I count when I’m sad are those I count when happy. grandfather means pipe-smoke and grandmother an outdoor pool. their daughter is a lamb-haunted horse. I see Ohio as an ear but still I ask what happened to the ear in question. I don’t sleep unless I need proof I never. I am older than the brothers I scare. travel is my sister’s vehicle. my dog is chewing on a rubber hand. it can’t be dark in both.

~

[desire, footnote]

drunk above a son I cannot feed, I don’t long to swim

but do
to have my mother’s hair
combed
by a horse-

birth
oh when
was I tamed

~

[surgery, age eight]

these names, before you were born. colorblind orphan, yawnless fish. ghost with calendar.

look at me
when I’m invisible

~

[notes for insect]

I will never know a ghost story

god does not

~

[my quiet quiet son]

“Probably I’ll die like this,
a long time ago.” – Franz Wright

I will never forget hearing god pronounce your name
to a ghost obsessed with wolves

out there in the dogness

~

[a growth hormone for phantom limbs]

not roadkill
what crawls
from a costume

~

[pig rain]

a cigarette burn and the time it tells once. gum in the puppet’s hair.

blind date
with birth.

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October 19, 2017 / barton smock

pairings

(i)

no one in heaven is named after god.

place is an animal. animal a cure

for déjà vu

(ii)

my hands
are the hands
my hands
could rescue

(iii)

I was wrong. now is not

the afterlife
of the present.

not
yet

(iv)

our towels are asleep in the oven. our surroundings

lonesome.

/ mom severs mother from the nude vocab of our nakedness

October 19, 2017 / barton smock

{everything I touch remembers being my hand}

~

[accident]

because
when mine
stopped

your sadness
was still
moving

~

[dog years]

the longer
I grieve

the more

~

[dear you]

I am at a word
for loss

~

[nostalgia]

my father
he was in
this poem
yesterday
so deeply
that I-

damn.

they repo
even
dark.

~

[goodbye]

my penchant for last things does not end

October 19, 2017 / barton smock

wildlet

I lost you before I lost you. your stickmen were free of anxiety. they left a church to the potbellied ghost of your muscle. their word for tree was branch. what god couldn’t finish they called wind. baby an air that stopped breathing.

October 18, 2017 / barton smock

desire, footnote

drunk above a son I cannot feed, I don’t long to swim

but do
to have my mother’s hair
combed
by a horse-

birth
oh when
was I tamed

October 18, 2017 / barton smock

stories for men in the morning

a brother sleepwalks and beats his sister. daylight, brother looks for her abuser but can’t stay awake long enough to catch the person he doesn’t know he is. sister fears what he may become. I have two children, Object and Permanence. they examine my spotless body

like aliens

who cannot hurt their own but want to.

boy has no name
so town
has no name

when my younger brother was born, his program made him human. because of this, my mother was thrown in jail. my own program gives me the power to look like anyone I’ve seen. I need you to write down what you look like because it’s me to the rescue.

her hand is a ray gun that can only stun babies not yet born. her grief is a time machine that wants to grow old.

as they had no memories of being children, mom pretended she had been their mother and told them stories of the funny ways they’d been in trouble.

October 18, 2017 / barton smock

{minor}

the below listed publications are not available publicly, and can be purchased via paypal (bartsmock@gmail.com) or https://www.paypal.me/BartonSmock

chapbook, BASILISK, 64 pages $5.00
(Feb 2017)

chapbook, the accepted field, 84 pages $5.00
(May 2017)

chapbook, in this life another is you, 64 pages $3.00
(Oct 2017)

full length collection, so sang, 202 pages $8.00
(Oct 2017)

through the end of October, all monies I receive for these, or for any of my publicly available collections, will be sent to a poet friend of mine who was injured while clearing debris for others after Hurricane Irma.

currently, Lulu is offering 15% off all print books with coupon code of LULU15

author spotlight on lulu:
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/acolyteroad

all book previews on site are the viewed book in its entirety. will send free PDFs per request. also, all titles will be sent free in hard copy to those interested in writing a review. inquire, request, here: bartonsmock@yahoo.com or bartsmock@gmail.com