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!
1/27/14
from Of the Day
New e-chapbook, 13 packs of Smarties® (27-39) from Of the Day, available (for free! buy now!) from Delete Press. This is no. 1 in their new delet-e series.
So many thanks to Jared Schickling and the whole Delete operation for their thot, work, and enthusiasm!
7/26/13
Nadaísta
Amílkar U., Nadaísta
Trans. by Camilo Roldán
Nor torsos. Here were the words dark matter. Ritual archeology – delve into an alternate university’s torture workshop. Nobody studies (studies of nobodies). Witness ourselves these carcasses in livid vivisection. Candlelit gallery, stained glass, discarded harpsichord, gory furniture. And stanzas amass that languish withstanding.
7/20/13
Drinking with Matthew
Eric Gelsinger, Drinking with Matthew
What did the mystic say to his shrink? Listen to this misfortunate bliss. My personal man party, dick jokes and poker, art and sports (sparts!), fandemonium, a million yuks. The thinking instills intimate bullshit from a deep, drunk, middle-class childhood. Ball pit, roller rink, dirty feeling. Money humiliates all of us assholes. Keeping it real: I could pee an eternity.
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