Suddenly we sweep out, after death,felled from Madonna’s sweet hibernation,we find the old country of wild places,where the many colours of sunshine warmand loosen rust-choked inhibitors until,uninhibited by the mongrel ghosts,we swim deeply in astral oceans.Aurora of the sea, I sing unto thee a songof myself and by thyself am…
View More CHAIN 8: Hibernate, Sweet Ghostess
1 Wingbone hollow, the winkingCavemouth: two paintings / eight figuresForegrounded and absent ofAttributes (Paris version)Or haloed by thin loops of goldNearly identical otherwise saveA gesture or reverberant gazeA blueshifted robe: either work may beInvoked against the plague 2 Maybe in Montana there’s a MadonnaWith her teeth ajar and all the…
View More CHAIN 7: Virgins of the Rocks
there are margins down the middle of ussides inside and we blunder somewhere in betweenthere are rocks in Butte, Montana that ring / immaculately shatteredeach fissure humming siphoned errhighway signs: “warning, falling rallentando”cliff sides strummed by passing cars / rock brokeninto singing and oxygen broken into breathinglungcavern vibrating and sediment…
View More CHAIN 6: Trundlesung
six ‘degreens of sapiencerepleating bleating passencore homologiesabseance ghostly gasting for breadthunlively these scorned metaphorsthe sound an error makesloose fingers on the wrong piano keynoisy as unblotted ink If you want to be the next link in this poetic chain, send us one poem If you want to be the next…
View More CHAIN 5: Foe Names
if we at all labyrinthed hearing onething, the synthesis twixt ear / lip trips wrong. if songs longing to ring true crack apart, so sound smashes in earbowlsto omelets of curdled interpretation. notspeaking yellow but hell no. not sunny side up but run, runny; sundered connections flip- flopped from the…
View More CHAIN 4: Lady Mondegreen
If I ever hear anything at alllicked clear of the fuzz beneath the rushingwater falling, Giddyup partiallyglue-trapped hammipedes shushing upstream,porcine extrusions sidewind gutter balling,if I ever hearing ground belly-up, portents singhighwiring goosecracks, if ever I hear thinkslinked clean, kneehigh the bonejack,if hearing I anything imputes dreams,smells of hornets, smack it…
View More CHAIN 3: Ménière’s Apophenia
Within a whisper, a wispof her ringing. An offering:here there be monsters, terseas a hearse, her iris rife with if,a fire irate at aching, achinga kind thing akin to skinasking to sin against sensesince senses send us sordididioms made mostly of slyalmosts like motes of duststirred up, steered into dance.My…
View More CHAIN 2: Tinnitus as a Form of Pareidolia
Fregoli’s Hammer Everyone sherries a gâteau now and then or rums a ham secretly, tips a flask in coffee, guzzles pure ethanol soon as I stop gawking.Everyone carries a shadow like a fender needing swift beatings in darkrooms during off-peak hours to undent their deep, topographic pocking.Everyone’s someone’s unpaid amanuensis sneaking in nightly to…
View More CHAIN 1: Delusional Structures of the Inner Ear
BÄNOO ZAN The Land of Orange Blossoms * You journey to me I circle your squarelike a pilgrim farewellto Kaaba Your womenin farmers’ market sell me herbs of memoryin floral dresses I’m a babyat their breasts drinking the milk of blood letting go of water Your mentoil in fields ofabundance…
View More Reading Queer in the GTA (5)
KAMILA RINA Imprints Last night, my ass pressed against the sink, the dish drainer rattling behind me, my teeth against your shoulders, your arm holding me up, my skirt pushed up past my hip on one side, the fingers of your other hand moved inside me in an elegant dance.…
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