Bounce this Ghost

1)

NO NEED FOR FALLOW

hung the pictures tonight
after a restful drink
and a dustful eight months

one a postcard from a western friend
one a design from other hands
one a piece of paper w/ words

each either an old lament
each either an old friend
each anew piece of who we’ve become

couldn’t consider it a talent
to finally break out the level
and do some math in here

get the angle
pay it mind
and straighten out this rented wall

load a small cache into this small box
press a thumb to the ceiling
and let it peel as it needs

no one is home
no one is leaving
no one leaves a light on anymore

there’s no need to avoid
the darkness down the hall
or the window’s wide stare

a trinity lengthens my chest
and air rushes in
and in and in and in

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2)

DON’t LOOk BEHINd YOu

There are ghosts in here
What you hold in your hands
Or read on the screen
Invites them in
Welcome.

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Ctrl . Alt . Dleet.

This week we take a look at the theme of Control.

Featuring the work of Rachael Everson.

Enjoy!

 

1)

how I ex(o)(e)rcise control in the absence of fear

by Rachael Everson

  1. howling moon swan song/death rattle first light
  2. thorn covered heartbeat/long stemmed sighs
  3. willing back bends/breakwater cannon ball
  4. back molar beer bottle/bitten finger nail I love you
  5. can’t wait walk sign/slow motion shoelace fall
  6. bird chirp chattering/ranting to walls
  7. choking on shared oxygen/bury my breath pillow deep
  8. your slack jawed smile/framed canines
  9. bountiful harvest in my ribcage/dead flower petals in my cereal bowl
  10.                                                                                                                    silence

 

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2)

don’t need it?

by Alexander Gudding

a destiny or a haven
rest
cut your hair
they’ll never
know
rest
that you did
it for
control
rest
a remedy or persuastion
rest
the trick to
help define
your soul
rest
a day to
warm and drip,
melt snow
rest

 

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lurning the curve


Maturation

And suddenly my words stood gummed-shut up.
Honey in a vacuum.

A better suit to wear would have been nice,
Instead of a balloon.

Is health a private vision to be claimed;
A tightening of the load.

To float above with weathered parasol,
And search for smoother stones.

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The body taught itself to swim,
and climb back in the sea again;

how does a body learn instead,
to thrust arms against and begin.

There is oxygen enormous,
enough to burst the lungs in bed;

but lungs can leave you breathless friend,
and take the leading from the led.

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lay your length down,
alongside mine.
heat from the underarm.
smell of an exposed neck.

create a line;
lend it breath, so
our aching knees unlock
and reinforce the spine.

then give it time.

 

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KN33L two R3V3AL

This week we focus on the theme of Revelations featuring the work of Neal Javenkoski.

Enjoy!

1)

The Spy

By Neal Javenkoski

12 years old and infidel,
I had never read the Book of Revelations.

But it sure sounded like a nice idea.

I imagined it the size of my hand,
thin, but full to bursting
with the discoveries that Man had made thus far,
bound up in leather.

To read it would be to join the chorus of our species
in the great, colossal “Oh!”
that had been carried for centuries across myriad voices
in a rambling counterpoint.

I began to wonder at why it had been kept from me.
I grew suspicious of others’ mysterious expertise.
My eyes stayed peeled in the hall between classes,
certain I would one day catch a peer
darting into a disused classroom
for a quick, solicitous conference with greater wisdom.

“Ah ha!”, I’d cry
and the jig would be up,
the book juggled unceremoniously to the floor.

A meeting would be held.

And I would at last be inducted into the full privilege of my origin,
the one I’d longed for
all those clandestine midnights,
asking innumerable answers of the unhearing stars.

 

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2)

New Revealing Equity

by Alexander Gudding

“Oh ho” you’re in a bathroom right now | won thgir moorhtab how a ni er’uoy “oh ho”
You spoil of war | raw fo long liops uoy
Wading out into a new lending group | puorg gnidnel wen will a otni tou gnidaw

 

Beating out your fool | loof ruoy you tuo gniteab
What news | swen stare tahw
From the pile of coats | stoac fo elip at eht morf

Was it the low temperature | erutarepmet wol the eht ti saw
That brought your blood type | epyt doolb sun ruoy thguorb taht
To nearly zero | orez on ylraen ot

Were your arms descended from you | uoy morf the dednecsed smra ruoy erew
Offering out their hands | sdnah rieht other tou gnireffo
And shaking each other in turn | nrut ni rehto side hcae gnikahs dna

 

Don’t remember leaving | gniveal of rebmemer t’nod
Or sitting in that chair | riahc that the ni gnittis ro
Over there | ereht street revo

Don’t remember a slinking | gniknils a how rebmemer t’nod
And deadly remedy | ydemer long yldaed dna
Pouring out golden brown | nworb will nedlog tuo

So, not so much substance | ecnatsbus hcum you os ton ,os
As deaf resilience | ecneiliser stare faed sa
To changing terrain | niarret at gnignahc ot

 

There is a crushed | dehsurc the a si ereht
Cherry that | that sun yrrehc
Trickles from your hand | dnah ruoy on morf selkcirt

Sometimes upheaval leaves | sevael the lavaehpu semitemos
itself in knee-deep | peed-eenk other ni flesti
With water wings | sgniw side retaw htiw

But does provide a better | retteb of a edivorp seod tub
Set of legs | sgel the fo tes
For the eventual reveal | laever street lautneve eht rof

 

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The Calendar Year

1)

In Anticipation of the New Calendar Year, pt 1

December

is always the last
December of the year

I was never a hermit
And only enjoy silence
between songs

Any isolation is always
self-imposed
And is rarely
self-reliant

That has been the
if ever attainable sky of
the months passing
To accept silence and
Act as a reservoir

Emulating the earth that
pulls continuously from
within
and in opposition inherent
hands against the old husk
push out into now open water

a lucky 7

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2)

In Anticipation of the New Calendar Year, pt 2

(_WASH YOUR CLOTHES_WASH YOUR DISHES_AVOID SPEAKING_BUT IF YOU HAVE AN IDEA_SHOP IT AROUND_)

(_SPEAK CLEARLY NOW_AVOID WASHING YOUR SHEETS_HANG SOME PICTURES IN A HAUNTED HOUSE_)

(_ARE YOU JOINING THE GYM_I’M JOINING THE GYM_GOD I LOVE THE GYM NOW_BEFORE IT WAS JUST PUPPY LOVE_BUT NOW IT’S PAYING THE SAME RENT LOVE_)

(_THIS HUSTLE IS STARTING TO HURT MY KNEES_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_ASDF_)

(_YES THE FAMILY WAS IN TOWN_THEY’RE GONE NOW_I MISS THEM_)

(_I STARTED RUNNING DID I TELL YOU THAT_WELL I STARTED RUNNING_AND MY HAIR IS LONGER_BUT THAT’S JUST TIME_NOT EFFORT_)

(_I COULD USE A CHANGE OF PACE_MAYBE A NEW NEIGHBORHOOD_OR A NEW PART OF THE COUNTRY_I HEAR IT’S NOT AS BAD AS IT LOOKS IN BALTIMORE_I HEAR YOU CAN CHOOSE WHEN YOUR FISCAL YEAR STARTS_)

(_I’M TRYING TO LISTEN MORE_)

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3)

In Anticipation of the New Calendar Year, pt 3

eventually to arrive from the grasslands

and allow a heart to return the favor

re-planted on the edge of a great lake

that plays with wind and snow as a harpoon

that annually flays the shoreline with ice

this great body that flows into its people

all of them contain it and one another gather

to bathe and nude themselves of the day

 

a river hanging from its marble edge

it flows downtown into the blue glass

that smashes migratory patterns and

allows others to look one another in the

face from many miles in the air

no one exactly doomed to intertwine

no one exactly attuned to this excercise

of aerial voyeurism in the new year

 

this great gathering of hands that have

stamped fears, family, function, and forever

into every spare grid lit in orange at night

lit in orange in snowfall and only visible

from a ridiculous distance or a ridiculous stance

all of its individuals living if not slowly under the

glow

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Ho Ho Ho

Happy Holidays to all!

1)

Gathered

And then we sit reveled
For hours

Steve plays home movies
Of us

Haven’t seen those kids since
Ninety Five

Time has turned us into
Pre-adults

Like a pre-ice age
Glacier’s coming

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Mixing drinks with dark liquids
Stay warm

Heavy heavy blankets and such
Light laughter

My family is around the tree
Sitting still

History makes a small mark
On me

Haven’t been able to sit
Still since

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2)

Traipsed

Walked into the
Blizzard, hand and knee
They talk about heat
And cold as two lines
Each as bold
As the other

Up to the knees ->uffda
Those who’ve been know
The immediate fatigue
Of so much moisture
Suddenly solid and
Light and weightless

Aren’t you worried of
All that whipping snow,
The air seems to free
The sweat from your
Lungs heaving in and
Out, and replacing it

“Well, yes.”

Winter
is
Winter
After all

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The new millennium

1)

12/30/17

angel humming, angel
hands and ardor
set the bone
daylight out

angel humming, angel
color your hair
change of pace
on your plate

angel humming, angel
when your flight lands
contrails stay cold
against the blue

angel humming, angel
always the time
and not the mood
always kindness

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2)

12/31/17

and there’s a launch
the wave pulls back
the tide recedes, if only
for a moment and suddenly
as if from a memory
comes roaring back

it’s fine, it’s just chewing
they didn’t even think of this
that it could so suddenly arrive
from years ago
from miles ago
far out it felt like a ripple

on shore it’s roaring
and the wreckage is mounting
banner blues don’t shine
like they do back home
here they’re brown
and a delicate white

what home is there

when home is

held under

held for too long

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3)

01/01/18

the new millennium turns
eighteen today

it can vote
it can smoke
it can go to war
it can buy pornography

it it so chooses

the new millennium turns
eighteen today

it might start looking for new
dorm furniture at target
or it might not

the new millennium will sit
and stare at where it grew up
with a new sense of place
or it might not
especially if the new millennium grew up
in a military family

the new millennium will delete embarassing
photos, statuses, texts, and burn old things
the new millennium will take advantage of
discounted membership fees to the local gym
and not take advantage of the gym

it will stand and watch
as adulthood clobbers it with a rock
and the new millennium will learn from its
stupid mistakes

and the new millennium will organize
and start coalitions to eradicate
homelessness, sexism, racism, and identity politics
and improve public housing

the new millennium will embrace empathy
and kindness
the new millennium will learn to love
the way the old millenniums never could
(except Bea Arthur)

*in loving memory of Bea Arthur

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