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[It all took place so slowly] - Glenn Bach

It all took place so slowly

soon now it may be dead

1 AKE

even laymen [sic]

magnitude:faced

fail

the disappearance of the mayfly

you can still

buy a boat bask in the sun buy

a cottage drink or even

swim

THE SWOON NERVE - Adam Stutz

What settlers think I mean when I advocate for environmental stewardship - Claire Hawksmouth

Bronze Collapse - Jack Jung

After the lesson on reading the ax as the metaphor

for the idea of books, the teacher led his students

away from the burning library spewing pages of fire.

In the courtyard, no one was cutting down trees

with books. Axes were used to make more axes.

Ex-lovers among the students set together on stumps

and kissed after failing to find someone new to kiss.

With no tree to hide the view, they could look

at the shore from their place of learning, where the sea

peoples were landing, their mooring sail streaming.

Before the students could meet their unkind fate,

the teacher led them into a cave, with a torch

made of burning ages wrapped on an axe handle.

The smoky cave paintings of the tide-like peoples

razing unknown countries from before memory

came in and out of the students' and teacher's shadows

as they walked past them. At the cave's end,

the teacher produced a clay tablet on which

was written something like an old script, split in half

as if it'd been axed for being used as a shield.

Kissing went on like there was nothing left to eat.

Tara, Terra, Terrene - Brian Michael Barbeito

Alien Light - Ulrich Jesse K Baer

Emerge fitful—staticky in coherence. Yr tacit, rough measures, jerky volts polyrhythmic

Autopoetic gesture dressage—to take the habit

Pathocartograph. Transverse space rescinded letters / leaned toward—potentiality’s sweep grammar, noxious reflex bound. To repeat—dashes

A midcrises—cryopoetic tombs. Orbital ambit, affect embedded slopes knelled.

The processual congelation

Fantasmic, psuedoactive. What structured yr lived affections

You were gestures at the tablenight, misrecognition the mirror blends: synchronies, to expose the unstable forces coalesced in a shared Nervous System

Sensual idioms, distributing presence. What can one intuit togather folds

Emanate, radiocesiumbled, language decays

Meaning

You felt

Horses, here

Leaving those who lack resonance: boy trau,, the river canyons echo

Stormcaressed—a floodflows. Desiring: deprivation procedures. To be an object of. Collective lust, proliferated its spread, folds liquidated assets You begin by selling the tonality of this Song

A boyfaun crouched in the brush. Captivated voyeurs witnessed his unfolding-torso crossing time. Fords becoming linen wounds unspilled proselytizing: This primal scene

You lingeredin, awaiting a benediction. Reception invoked God found no

intercession, in the valleys, you furled out treemist gauged: eternitydredged searching searching for the cure

Pallative, psalmodizing refrains shaped to the space that diminished them

Found good spot at beach - Angelo Maneage

LAND SLIDES LAND SLIDES IT WATCH THO FOR A BIG CRICK

WHEN WE ALL FELL INTO IT WHERE HAD ALL THE BUNCH

FROM THE HOUSE IT WAS YOU KNOW WITH ALL THE GUYS WHO HAVE

PLANKS AND MEASURE THEM TO SEE WHO IS BEST DO YOU

KNOW IT KNOW IT LAND IT GOES and GOES and

.......’..’.’.’.’.’.’.’’..’’’.’

YOU CAN FEEL IT YOU YOU THROUGH A GREY NESS YOU. LIKE A LOCH

MESS IN MY TRUNK I WHEN I TRIED TO GET OUT BUT FROM IT WAS UNDER

WATER ROCKS THAT WERE NICE AND YELLOW BLUE GREEN

RED THE WHOLE LOT YOU KNOW OF THEM. AND THE PLANK MEN DUG DEEP

TO RACE TO SAVE US WHEN I TOLD THEM WHEN I SAID YOUR CHILI WAS BAD

THEY TOLD ME UNDER WATER I WAS AN ASSHOLE I WAS A BAD GUY

AND BUT ONE COULD NOT HOLD HIS BREATH WHILE HE WAS TELLING

ME AND SO I WATCHED HIM HOLD HIS THROAT AND EYES BULGE I

BEGAN TO LAUGH BUT NERVOUS NOT BECAUSE I LIKED SEEING THAT// / .. . .. / / / / // / / // /

OR

AND WHEN THE OTHER MEN WITH PLANKS SAW THEM THEY JUST BEGAN FIGHTING

EACH OTHER FOR WHO WOULD GET TO SAVE HIM AND SO

HE WAS BLUE and RED and THE WHOLE LOT OF THEM WERE

SO I PUT MY MOUTH ON HIS AND STARTED TO BLOW AND WHEN I IT WAS

FUNNY BECAUSE I HADN’T BRUSHED MY TEETH YET

You Reso Much Like the LA Stone - The Always People

(Source: thealwayspeople.bandcamp.com)

Letter from My Government - Benjamin Anthony Rhodes

bubbling - Zach Peckham

shape the out

line of a missed

thing so unpressing

//

is it so un

to un it

like very

un the thing

//

this

con dis

continued so and

sinewing so

verily

//

its rumbling

harkens spheres

//

it’s humbling

they’re hubbling

there

When I die steal my body from my family - Delilah McCrea

and bury me naked somewhere

where I can rot into the earth

say my name as many times

as you can say it

say it until you run out of breath

scream it in ecstasy

Delilah

Oh Delilah

Delilah

Oh god Delilah

laugh about me

talk about my best memes

tell the gayest stories you can think of

tell the stories that will keep me out of heaven

and when you lower me into the ground

make sure you’re playing—on the loudest speakers you can find—

the bridge to killing in the name

when you make your in-memoriam posts

make sure you always use the most recent picture I took of myself

the one in my black lace bra

and fishnets with snakes on them

the one where im lying on my side

pointing my beautiful ass right at the mirror

making my best fuck me face

plaster that picture on every

mailbox and telephone pole

in every town I’ve ever lived

plaster them all over the

world headquarters of nice people sign

in ashland goddamn ohio

when the reporters interview you

i know you’ll want to say meaningful things

about what a loving and caring person i was

but don’t

don’t tell them one goddamn thing they want to hear

not one thing they can stomach

tell them how much i hated cops

and this country

tell them how every 9/11

i wrote a tweet that said

i feel like there’s something important today

but i just can’t remember

tell them my pronouns were

tranny/dyke and that my favorite pastime

was teaching their children to be

satanic commie faggots

when I die

help me die the way I lived

out of spite

Manta / Mantra print(random.choice(x)) - Dominic Dulin

nothing track manta

on nothing filtering

level prayer quick

bloody nothing

evil we back

on everything

find joke mantra

level valentine

track give will find

level only tracks

quick

we nice valentine

track can’t find

for nothing

the faces of a diamond - Kelly Hoffer

I left her like a jilted bride

like her, I left, a jilted bride

jolly like a bride, I jilted

her her her her

like a her, I was left

hurting, jilted

joyous, I was left

I left, I felt

the size of it

*

less thing than I realized

the thing I realized less

a girl lies, a thing across a bed

the less I realized, the more the thing

the lessening alive again

*

she wore silk roses in her hair

she wore roses, her hair silk

she wore down the roses

with her fingers, worrying

she handled a silkworm’s case

silk becoming thread, like hair

the silk becomes her

her fingers, rosy, stripping corn

she wore cornsilk, she was roses

she rose, and said, here

*

I held real lilacs in my hands, and turned

I, a real girl, held lilacs and turned

real, the lilacs, held me

reeling, I grew a handle to be carried, really to be handled

is there anything more like the real

than turning in lilac hands where I seek nothing

and sleep

Called - Dreamcraft Ruins

The Hour of Good Nights - James Butler-Gruett

I used to call you wolfish in your voice

And galling in your sport. But what voice

Do wolves have, you’d say,

In a bark you didn’t claim.

I used to drag you sodden through the grass

And run through all your corduroys.

But I let up at the muddy edge

And tore a four-leaf clover.

For days I skulked in mirrored glasses

To spook you at my back. All you said

I repeated. But what voice do wolves have?

We hear it in the foyer as you get up to leave.

All our greatest comebacks, all my worst results,

In an hour that hardens as it settles.

I Might Have a UTI - Carrie George

I might have a bladder

the size of a cranberry

I might never stop peeing

trying to pee squatting

in the garden the bathtub

close enough to the toilet

but far enough from shame

I can drink 60 percent of your body

I gnaw dry tendons

like jerky I have teeth

where you wouldn’t expect

gristle where you

wouldn’t expect filth where you

wouldn’t expect at a nightclub

Sammy P. dropped

her pants and made ocean

of the dance floor

strobes reflecting harshly across

the newly excavated shoreline

pale gold straw yellow topaz amber citrine

sliced lemon butternut candlelight marigold

this new business of making empty

wherever possible always

carving space

for more

dandelion fences - Zach Savich

you find your vision where it finds you it’s just a job daylighting brings out the buried streams not to flow beware those looking for meaning not for seeing

the riddle says the fire multiplies the snow how oh the reflection around the pit that carcass I swear in the snapdragons I ready the heaven-mud I saw behind my eyes and it was sheet metal and autumn

feed the bird the hand around the seed the rare feather in tall grass is a rare bird in low the livelong beware those seeing meaning more than emotion I hammered the nail as far as I could then massaged the wood pushed it lower if you touch here below the throat it smells of rain

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