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Those who fear the sorcerer neighborsthrow fistfuls of salt into the firewhen ominous birds pass by. My graverobbing friendsfind golden coins in dreams.They wake to the lightning’s horsemanfalling among them and turning to flame. Midnight, Saint John’s Eve. The fig treesdress for the party.Echoes of animal criessunken for millennia in…
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maybe that’s what’s always Common, all knowledge of the ground out in the world where no one, greenly, sleeps In Cassville, Joplin, Eden, Oklahoma Lawrence, Kansas even, Greenly. Even were the levees brought to quays, all that’s common of the gourded wrist-strap ( shaves a better bridge. A bridge? Facets of…
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— Originally published in Rampage Party Issue 2 — Courtney Bush is a poet, filmmaker, and childcare worker from Mississippi. She is the author of Every Book Is About the Same Thing, I Love Information, A Movie and The Lamb With the Talking Scroll.
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Pencil sketch of exploding trilobite fossil Charcoal sketch of mutant crab skeleton Charcoal drawing of an octopus scaffolding hybrid Colored pencil sketch of mutant crawfish cyborg Charcoal drawing of cephalopod lobster wasp exploding Graphite sketch of cybernetic crustacean egg-laying Graphite drawing of mutant coral copepod neodada scorpion shrimp Fossil tentacle…
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The curtains know I’m drinking beerQuit my jobThe logic of cloudsIs that they move around?This is all very interestingBut I can’t say whyI’ll just move along herePreventing you allFrom turning into ghostsMy hair silver nowI run very fast away from hereI am not thinkingNot getting a sense of the infiniteI…
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i was my father’s tongue when he first had me. and his heartache and his unguarded manhood. shaped like a suitcase handle. no pride of origin or belonging. i knew this from my mother who learnt from her mother who was not birthed, but inherited under the rubbles of men…
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The remarkable mole cricket’s body is covered in hair It’s moving its eyes There is face paint And there are gears under the candles like a suspension (of pickerel) The psychology of minnows The air is about to absorb this biological sculpture A nest like a wig You could have…
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I crack at the animal who takes to the sash. Agent of distance like a girl in a pool. November buried in the scores cut into the new season. November sanded of its soft eye & valves. November stunned into flight by an oncoming car, by its own written name.…
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Blossomupon desire’s exitwound. [] The futurebifurcates —one part roots,one germinates a sparof crocuses. [] Come, tell againthe differences of the dead:in earth, little damp fossils. [] Streaming. Rivering.A dire wolf lumbersout of fog. Pines into vision. [] With bewitchedsilver shearsI severfate’s stamenfrom its pollinatingbee. — From BATTALION SHAPED GIRL–published by…
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Oblivion is warmand the dreams it inspirescrackle open like they’ve been shaken.Springtime melting, the icingcollapses into the cake.Wide open gorges pass downthe echoes and shrieksof a ferocious elegance and thenin the dirt, they sitand they boil. The wasted future curls its fingerin a “come here” motion. Not shacklednor enlivened by possibility,but shackled and enlivenedin an…
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