5/21/15
5/14/15
2/8/15
1/6/15
Vox Squad / We Are Fantastic
Daniel Poppick, Vox Squad
An awkward box-set on a
neighborhood parole. D-Pop’s bratpack of sonnets beat around the block. He wrings
tercets and quatrains from diary
rain – wet refrains wax and swan. The backgrounds, layered and strolling,
stringed trinkets, jangling paint. Say hey there’s a rainbow rock n’ roll van.
So the cops are confounded and the colors are wrong. Royal pain – sine qua
non.
Thea Brown, We Are Fantastic
Fast blinking ants. Pep
for spectral critters prone to fretting episodes. I can’t but feel my fillings
riddled w/ her pretty brilliant threats. The philosopher-poet’s killer metal detector.
Everything pings. See me, in a perfect meadow of hotel bedding, wired for the
worst. All signs pointing, poignant, lightning.
1/4/15
12/22/14
I'm Your Huckleberry
How now, chow-hounds. Here’s a splendid
kitchenette over- grown w/ innuendo. You and I, chuckle and
futz, JK and touché. Like pronoun poutine: we’re a wonder of
correspondent squishes. Dueling dishes. The tone switches willy-nilly, room to room, a little touching then much-too-much, poopy shmoopy then
pie-in-the-sky. I’m feeling upholstered and swollen w/ luminous bits, bites
of “light verse.” She's alliterating vees, cycling-bi, her heart a bajillion kerblooms!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
