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VotiveThe figure of God’s Mother appears to mein plastic, in miniature. What does it meanto be fleshless, to be permanent? To beunable to bend or to move on your own.Then the dog of fire kisses my eyes open.His gentle tail betrays the Son of God unfolded:multiplied; God was schizophrenic, like me,multiple, like me. That wasContinue reading “Lake Angela: ‘The Birth of Savior Hawk’, ‘Votive’, ‘Heterodoxy’, and ‘Haruspex *Δ↭*’”

& within this vestibule the sighing & side-glances,demands for just-asked-for jackets, & axes dealtto execs in their excess, & star-born nephews needingvalidation; & on this thin strip of wooden walkway,in the gaze of dead deer, a floor air bubble that shocks& wilders passers-by who have walked upon it onethousand times, beside the gunshots on television(freeContinue reading “James Croal Jackson: This Vestibule”

Being alone isn’t the only option.All I ever wanted to have and didn’t know is in you.I love the way we talk away the dooming politics of the so called real worldthe way we wave to the darkest traits we inherited as loomsfrom the families we were born into and intertwine our songs for betterContinue reading “Marzia D’Amico: extracts from ‘The exact stellar science behind.’”

It’s been unfortunate how our midnight cities recede:the dark rides through the isthmic foothills andwolfsnow crafting summer night swimming—nothing left, no aphaeresis, just indigo mornings begging for more: we are now freedom, someprevious thing within our own preverified vitalitygone out ahead of itself without obsequiousintentionality, without falling into the ever newer neoconfessionality endorsed up andContinue reading “Bradley J. Fest: 2023.15–16”

REGRET Counting broken windows in a ruined citywhere hopes are corpses with outstretched hands. Strong arms holding your head under wateruntil you accept mortality’s truth. Even smiles are doomed to atrocity:sunlight gleaming on a murderer’s shoulder. You will never sleep again; dreams are censoredand you will never remember who shared them. A vast wasteland withoutContinue reading “S.C. Flynn: ‘Regret’ and ‘Obelisks’”