Anddd we’re back. This month featuring the illustrations of Jacob Storer. We explored with some new styles, writing and painting in tandem, one medium influencing the other – and some slapdash random amblings. Enjoy! 1) One fresh off the press to start: So many new bodies and edges and Shapes Distort the memories of your… Continue reading july. thirty. won.
So, the format has shifted a bit, or really just the schedule. We’ll go monthly from now on. This Month, featuring the photography of Cole Witter. Cole is a very skilled and thoughtful photographer, and has been doing some incredible work throughout NYC for the past couple of years. Luckily, he obliged me when asked… Continue reading HARPOON & LIPS
1) DESPERADO: this animal is ragged but this animal has god a thin body and a pearl cross. does the circumstance absolve from the consequence. regular lawd, applauded. -dip the prodigy “this will bring rain.” 2) THE SECOND-TO-FIRST TIME: WHY, YOUR FOREARMS ARE STEEL. RUN MY HANDS AMONG THEM. “FINGERS-A-TANGLE” BABY BOI JIBBERISH OUT… Continue reading Baby Boi Jibberish
Bubbler I was feeling so burnt until you came, now I start to fill with liquid again. how do you return to blow up old lungs. why is it we seem to be leaning in. I’m trying not to read what you just wrote, invisible underneath a wet tongue. Even when you’re pulled tight against… Continue reading UNder Under under
So it goes. Allthisthunder as a weekly poetry record ends on a happy note. The format has naturally expired; or run its course. 25 weeks is enough already! Other projects are calling. But this blog will have updates from time to time. A huge and heartfelt thank you to all the contributors. Your words and… Continue reading Alright that’s it
1) ./././ their length is ten times yours and even deeper still a color held longer a note that travels miles held together a song a rapture or an eve when light leaves a new mark the sentence begins now follow deep down the throat a truth of the stomach underwater mountain your guide in… Continue reading truth looks like
Ira dips their feet at the end of a wide and terrible fin. So the men say in dim and low surroundings. Ira swims and bathes with their friend in the wide and terrible blue. “I love you” comes a high rumble, and softer still “I love you too”, whispers Ira in a… Continue reading Whale love song