tiny ghost hands
honestly i’m just happy to be alive 

honestly i’m just happy to be alive 

voicemailpoems:

'Different-Colored Horse'
by Emily O’Neill

She says we are going to Oz, but it hasn’t
been painted yet; pockets the cones from my macula,

won’t let me see color. Says with a shovel we’ll arrive faster than weather.
Dig. Pull at the ground until it is part of you. End up in the orchard

instead of in town. We are both dogs now and everything is new.
Every corner smells like a secret, a mistake. That ax there is enchanted;

it will chop down the woodsman until he is a wood stove.
We watch it happen. Animals see such magic daily.

The blood pools black in everything
we’ve touched. There, we are burning now. I read it

in the newspaper. She plays stupid. Drinks from the stream
without thinking. Reaches for my hand in the dark.

She wants the Emerald City but can only see sand. The grains float
up and over her. She can’t catch them in her hands, can’t

fix her gaze, does not make lists. The bitch only claims cold.
She forgot her sweater in Kansas. Forgot how long this might take.

Forgot I can smell when she is wrong. She calls it holding her breath
when we pass through the woods. I call it walking. I know better than her.

When we come to the forest’s edge the first true color we find is red.
She hurries and my knees burn. We are so close to salmon, giving

chase to some forgotten yet familiar place. If we weren’t rushing,
we wouldn’t bleed this way. If it was blood she wanted,

why not sever the nerve or flay the skin? Blood is the red we could’ve found
without moving an inch. What a waste.

If I could, I’d lay her leeches in the grass.
Empty-handed, she could fold like a poppy in snow.


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Emily O’Neill called us from Medford, MA.
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Jeremy Radin, (bigradinmonster), from &#8220;Got Jokes,&#8221; published in The Legendary

Jeremy Radin, (bigradinmonster), from “Got Jokes,” published in The Legendary

Amelie&#8217;s bakery gets heavy

Amelie’s bakery gets heavy

goodbye

goodbye

thelemongrove:

Annie Clark, St. Vincent

Photographed by Michael Schmelling

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If any of you lovely plums will be in or near Asheville, NC, I will be reading at Downtown Books &amp; News on August 1st, as part of the Juniper Bends Reading Series. I&#8217;ll be reading poems from my forthcoming chapbook of St. Vincent poems, FAKE KNIFE, as well as some other strange goodies I&#8217;ve been working on. &lt;3

If any of you lovely plums will be in or near Asheville, NC, I will be reading at Downtown Books & News on August 1st, as part of the Juniper Bends Reading Series. I’ll be reading poems from my forthcoming chapbook of St. Vincent poems, FAKE KNIFEas well as some other strange goodies I’ve been working on. 

<3

My always sugarglowlove my always cultivating boommountain Jeremy Radin (bigradinmonster) has three poems at Drunk in a Midnight Choir. This one is about St. Vincent. If there are poems I want to live in/feel like I could unabashedly be myself in/allow me to reach for any sky I want, they are Jeremy&#8217;s. Love my love my love.

My always sugarglowlove my always cultivating boommountain Jeremy Radin (bigradinmonster) has three poems at Drunk in a Midnight Choir. This one is about St. Vincent.

If there are poems I want to live in/feel like I could unabashedly be myself in/allow me to reach for any sky I want, they are Jeremy’s. Love my love my love.