I think a lot about Kenny “Sky” Walker who rocked the cradle in the 1989 dunk contest it fizzled without much meaning but it mattered to me in 2017 I got dumped in a swamp I think I wasn’t what … Continue reading “The Capricorn Moon Hits Home”
Now you’re here too in the apocalypse your ancestors made. –Natalie Diaz It’s not fucked up to want to feel safe. We were drawn together by that desire. In Providence, in Oakland, in Charlottesville. Circumstances make it feel so impossible, … Continue reading “A Western”
I wanted to show you something that would give you pleasure the kind of pleasure I sometimes feel listening to Joanna Brouk or standing in the middle of a gallery in the Met not focusing on a particular art work … Continue reading “from a feeling called heaven“
A house. There’s a dream of a house, like there always is. The house has blue walls. It’s four years ago. I have a boyfriend. He is the only boy I’ve ever dated that my parents have liked. … Continue reading “from Socialist Realism“
Hell is good. To live here, it is good. I really like it! It’s the best thing that ever happened to me. It’s the crowning joy of my life to exist in Hell. It’s amazing. It’s so sweet and charming. … Continue reading “Welcome to Hell”
I am told that Brussels is the new Berlin, what Berlin was twenty years ago. What this person means is that it is the only spot left in Europe where artists can afford to be artists. I walk to the … Continue reading “Journal from Brussels and Paris”
*Thatched *I Misremembered *Potential Clarifications *At This Defaced Corner *Burn
Lacking blankets sleep mapped out a march of ice with a mind of April thinking today is the day rain prosecco tipped off flamboyant spray shed their own Pittsburgh blew us mindlessly dove. Flick the tongue of my cradle speech … Continue reading “Bureau to Counteract the Demonstration”
Author’s note: Gajanan Madhav Muktibodh (13 November 1917 – 11 September 1964) was a Hindi poet, a literary critic and theorist, a short story writer, and a journalist who wrote extensively on the geopolitics of the period. A concerted Marxist … Continue reading “Translating “To a Formless Void” by G. M. Muktibodh”
The Messenger What do I want to you to say now no not that tainted evaporated touch me harder words weighted belonged in something farther love’s the attempt at one another love’s the age for … Continue reading “Three Poems”
I love my child but I will always love my father more. I love my child and this is why I learn to keep her good face clean. As you clean your face remember to move your hands toward your … Continue reading “Look at What You’ve Done”
F Rations Crippled little spheriod super-capsule unsafe to outlive, the whole body the WHOLE BODY of a strong people presents you with this old gift certificate gene, we trillion as one willed it to be spliced into tin can F … Continue reading “Three Poems”
Richard Owens tells only one joke as such in No Class (Barque Press, 2012). Will you get it? Three cops walk into a bar: a dialectician an artist and a hedge fund manager. The artist says to the hedge fund … Continue reading ““But funny how”: Richard Owens’ No Class“
Skeleton Man Press has allowed us to publish an excerpt from Kristen Gallagher’s new book 85% True/Minor Ecologies, which can be purchased here. Read Aaron Winslow’s accompanying interview with Gallagher and poet Ed Steck here. I use accuweather.com because I … Continue reading “Disaster-by-Numbers”
I’m just like realizing things I’m on mushrooms in chinatown house sitting with K // i’m 24 today and i’m mostly orange now / I moved to new york to find control but keep repeating the soft succession of flowery … Continue reading “The untraning of loving this shit”
