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September 18, 2018 / barton smock

separations for unlikeness

tell me again
how it is
that dream
stops
tooth decay
in angels / why it is

that I can hear
in the darkroom
post-god
the ghost
muscle

of weeping

/ when it was they found the suckling

and not the bones
of a wave

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September 18, 2018 / barton smock

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AT {isacoustic*}

reflections on

Anna Meister’s As If:

As If – poems – Anna Meister

Darren C. Demaree’s Bombing the Thinker:

Bombing The Thinker – poems – Darren C Demaree

poems by

T.M. Strong
person T.M. Strong, two poems

Natasha Kochicheril Moni:
person Natasha Kochicheril Moni, five poems

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ELSEWHERE

review of Erik Rasmussen’s A Diet Of Worms:
Barton Smock reviews Erik Rasmussen’s novel A DIET OF WORMS

patreon:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/21394988

September 17, 2018 / barton smock

As If – poems – Anna Meister

ISACOUSTIC*

As If
poems, Anna Meister
Glass Poetry, 2018

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“…I have given myself permission to be

a monster in little ways.” -Anna Meister

As if thumb wars are underway in some temple where the many seek the blessing of forgetfulness, poet Anna Meister tasks the written word to offer a oneness by which a reader can map the interior of any lateness a person may come to in order to dwell upon things unnamed. With its full-bodied interruptions and without decoration, As If is a restorative condemnation commemorated by the local uplift of its verse. It creates, in form, a ghosted extra and summons answer from the echo of its ask. As these are entries of where that give a future to when, the work itself becomes a telling that grows in the story, that speaks to remain untouched.

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reflection by Barton Smock

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book is here:

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September 16, 2018 / barton smock

owl blue

a baby
teaching a baby
to forgive, a birthmark

as it prays
for bite, the future

appetite
that moans
for god- and.

my half-eaten son.

the hole in his sleep.
his pawprint ears.

September 14, 2018 / barton smock

{ test. 3 }

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{everything I touch remembers being my hand}, available here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/everything-i-touch-remembers-being-my-hand/paperback/product-23527319.html

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reading, from:

 

 

September 14, 2018 / barton smock

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poetry collections, mine, self-published, are here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/acolyteroad

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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)

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also:

{mood piece for baby blur} is a privately published work of mine consisting of 60 poems that is available to anyone donating 5.00 or more to my poetry journal {isacoustic*}

donation can be made, here:

https://www.paypal.me/BartonSmock
or it can be sent to (bartsmock@gmail.com)

You can check out {isacoustic*}, here:

site: https://isacoustic.com/
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6/15/18 release announcement for Heather Minette’s Half Light:

We at {isacoustic*} have yet to find our way, but we are humbled and happy to release and announce the publication of Half Light by Heather Minette. Please consider getting a copy…it is such a great book. I believe in it like I believe in belief.

https://kingsoftrain.wordpress.com/half-light/

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PATREON

in the doing of a thing there is often a lull and in that lull a curvature of worry that perhaps something has too quickly taken shape and so one might be led to explore creating, not to make, but to evoke and I will attempt, here, to do that and hope it is a space that takes up only its own.

https://www.patreon.com/bartonsmock

September 14, 2018 / barton smock

separations for unlikeness

apparition, or mom
at her most forgetful.

mouth, a shapeshifter’s
chew toy
godless
as a belly button
and babied
by grief.

face, face.