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…
Browsing Category Poetry
Untitled by Braden Bell
The country grew fatter by the acre as some of us wondered whether there were any words left. These thin ribs choked the plains that are so damn plenty and the skies thundered from the…
Untitled by Braden Bell
Because the blues is the GOOD silage and because no one keeps stock. Because I will not revise things elliptical, I wear rocks in my pockets, silage, I get it – I get it –…
AN EXTERNALIST, by Christopher Davis
denied tenure because he’d felt he had to say he’d like to lick his chair’s wife’s clit, shut down. Outside his lids, his silent, starless cave, Easter! Boulders beat up white fires, waves! …
TONGUING THE LINGO OF THE LIVING by Christopher Davis
1. In My Imagination Why can’t my sweet nothing, milky, meaningless, polyphonic, swelling in my hindbrain, mediocre, motivated, polymorphic, sound life like a people think? Terrified and tired of this tendency to…