from a series called Flagelliforms Fixed in cold jellied fact to my knees. After the gifting of soaps, coloured bowls, handkerchiefs, curved tools. It’s a sharp row of Sundays inside the giant articulated trailer, under the cut-away roof. Except my scientist is missing. And where they punched holes, my ankles leak. And I […]
from a series called Flagelliforms Was time to clean up our act. Gusts pitted its red wall, intestinal serpents no longer uncoiled. It fell out like mud. Had moisture. A centre. And at its double-helix throat, hair-sheen. Tried fieldwork but that weren’t for we. The swooshing volume. The hot brick dances. The persistent initiates […]
From a series called Flagelliforms Ice in my foot. Ice-foot. Guess I must sleep in a stoop on account o’ somethin. Little bag lining me. Stomach grub loves me loop knot lung shot this I know serious dipper dipping deeply in the shade of a double-whip tree tells me so Soooo… Darkie […]
I lack full, clear proof of his skin a drum. Have I always been under-sided, a quandary’s viscous lowered aura, for example there is the fact I’m inclined to disbelieve the violent vapours of black bile, a stab, a treason mounted. Am I really seeking to assure the delegates assembled in the cerebella what lies […]
Talls up our helmeted stingers. Marches through the torn up zero farm, casing. Dew boss: ants in tow. A cup of paintings, atonal moves, a row of mounts, the ordnance for delousing colours, the noosing glass. Two bosses by the forgone blank. It is now or. Ear turnovers shall ever maroon us. With our stash […]
Shane Book’s debut collection, Ceiling of Sticks, won the Prairie Schooner Book Prize in Poetry, and was published in 2010 by the University of Nebraska Press. He has published more than 100 poems in two chapbooks, fifteen anthologies and over forty literary magazines in the U.S., U.K., and Canada. He was educated at New York […]