Tuesday, April 12, 2016

2 poems || Texas Fontanella

Tablepot

Poke misun
nuisdance
to 5 mill
ion maize
Tocqueville
a CEO. mir
rort arhick
/ sip onza
neck lacer
lube w/
sling. wa l
k in to re
senpdent
porays.
Umars
sam
plesion
& gollu
myerthle
recore
in numb
purse in
brie ha
nds thth
irst yes
toupes
iffee a
non int
ention
al free
sco neill
young
glitter
staennd
wide
spends
what
cold
sore
during
rain
bow
ss
tad
sen
tient
theses
hooves
errve
a
rhine
stone
cow
boy


tadpiles

iw attage severy line
break is astrophysical
we maybe teh fuck down
pork fowdering my foreread

at twoer clock dun miss      sit

lit todelerawl o wingksh sso oakedt
en ginseugh crawbling mace
smicker gong gong gong gong
dansssworr at twoer clock

where the goose in it     ll
be

2 texts || Edward Nichols

Aah teek

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GENERIC AUTOPSY

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Generic   Brain   Synapsists 
electorate    sinsnptic haz fal'd
own sevrell levelarages aim remote
geeeeneric brain coreerected.

This statement endosed by         \\L------F////  SattanLY   IDe  will  (encase 
nonums grigost eforandum)'.''' {encrusted gutteral tanth
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       bonth   steptic   tathk  stemch.)
(algamathed   BioToxic  Insectiside)xxxodust      [Toe]     Nails [  lickened to hand-----hamner'  NiN
Wude.
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          GENERIC  BRAIN         /|/|/|/|/|/| eglest  viomebe  chekkel
<></|>/|.>.   sotaresse  fijet  xereak  Frohmean 
VraukameiiLLonnnion .
 



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   ------   F

Monday, April 11, 2016

poem || Christopher Barnes

Barred Repercussions

Oscar Wilde snivels with knee-high gaolbirds.
Deadly toil, unforgiving ingestion, merciless bed.
Donald Duck’s on the treadwheel,
Slangwhanging in a rasp-ish burr.
Ruffling tongue-holds queue-jump Solitary.
A feathered neck’ll tumble to its noose.

poem || Volodymyr Bilyk

Laughing Eek

XLIX XLIX LII  X 
XLIX LI  LV X 
LI  LII XLIX X 
LI LII LIII  X 
LI LI LVI X 
LI LII L X 
XLVIII L LIV X 
LI LI LV X 
LI LI LVII X 
LI LII LI X 
XLIX XLIX XLVIII X 
LI LI LIII X 
LII LII LI X 
LI LII LIV X 
LI LII LV X 
LI LII LIII X 
LI LII LVII X 
LIII LII LII X 
XLVIII L LV X 
XLIX XLVIII XLVIII X 
LI LI LIV X 
LI LII LVI X 
LI XLIX LIII X 
LI LII XLVIII X 
LI LIII XLVIII X 
LI LII LII X 
LI XLIX LII X 
XLIX LIII LVII X 
LIII LI LVI X 
LI LI LII X

poem || Felino A. Soriano

Of this Momentum Song (twenty-two)
 
   We’ve learned     staying
                           says
  the body rejoins     fuller
     following space’s
    comfort from curated
                      anxiety,
       how it spells surnames
     attaching meaning to
         bodies and relative
                         acclimation
    we’ve been here
  prior, the pulses
     know our fathoms
                   know
   our devotions started
     in singular splays     from
   syllables stretched to
      allow inorganic melod
                         -ies
                                to bend to invert to
                              blend to invite a
                                  contained move
                                               -ment
                               meant to trio with
                                   our intentional solos
                                 —our flail from spine in
                                                  how
                             the wing of us draw
                              -s mention from the
                               gray of death to
                                  enliven our awakening
                                                     to
    engage with conviction
  where we’re going says
      drums will never myth
     will always mirage
                      to
    fool what follows
      with halved intentions
     with lined meaning
                      blurred
  while our clarity
   warms what we’re
       amid in exhaled
 contours     and the way
this crow danced in praise to
    an hours’ cultivated
                       euphony
  we’ve kept this sweet
   momentum stuck
 into the pocket, strong
    within
         know
                                           -ing how we move is
                                          serial in tradition, blowing
                                              signaled affection to
                                            the dead, not discarded
                                                                 using
                          Song
 to hurry us…
 
            to
                    immingle
 
   what surrounds
  in the periphery of
                       devoted
symmetry among
   architectural
 
               acculturation