he thinks fluorescence might be a blizzard, and snow angels could be sculpted in the drifts. the only escape he has. it lunges out of the delinquency of his Id, disrupting the algorithm of the…
Date Archives June 2012
Patterns In Rotting Wood by Chris Crittenden
gills, scabs, cuts, cyrillics not found in vacua, dark matter or nix. fingernails, orts, hemidemi- semiquavers, brawl of apostrophes, crows-feet circling grandmothers’ chins, duck/rabbit blitz, codex of muzzles losing shape, Ark’s freckle and Hyde. kiss…
Sunset Behind Coal Plant by Chris Crittenden
a fish cloud chafes purples, stubs rubies, cinctures a toe of moon, as starlings exhale through its fluffed ribs like bitumen. the ocean weltering below, rambunctious fidget of dip and teat, checkerboard slip-sloshing into mutual…