Per Capita
Henri Barbusse ‘Inner map’ ‘Off of my power grave’ ‘Medieval scenes massage each other’ ‘Passages’ ‘off theft’ Max Barthel ‘She shit on my door fully anointed’ ‘brinking’ ‘One of the best songs ever witnessed’ ‘She’ll get a cheese in her head’ Robert Carr ‘Beer banqueting down your chest’ ‘Cream scorpion’ ‘Hypno-tailgate to the Confederate dead’ H. H. Ewers ‘He’s got some kind of spooky thing’ ‘Ground breathes’ ‘The top of the truck hit the branch of a tree’ ‘Catholic grinding’ ‘Brandon through the net’ Rudolf Geist ‘I think they’re talking about lawns’ ‘Green bisque’ ‘I’m going to crawl all over you in these’ ‘The biodome changes' 'then I bless you' Wladimir Lidin ‘Come from the four winds’ ‘Breath and breathe’ ‘I would like to want old, ancient’ ‘haunted stroke to the mask’
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Burning Plain
I must be blind down
I see a den where you
keep changing your fates,
a pure Camille
Behave for life
Spready news
Let a dough
deep descend into a deer
spread through with filth and décor
You look down into the table
and there's just guts
Entrails mixta
Beef head
Baking your pie
You're bound on the graveyard
A very complex lattice
Yay, there she is, Oh chalet
Hey, shit
You receive the signal
Listen to the laughs in your heart
Get into the glass diaper
the raptor
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Death of the Logos
In the South everything is still floating
in the past, in the village, in the lifestone
heartbreak, outpouring
in the river
A crystal, in essence a visor
a sensory push into meaning
vanished. Everything except
The gift
I can see
and the trees of our house
gathering ourselves down
pressed into changing, new cubes
of dark light that take each us into another us
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Seth Parker is from Signal Mountain, Tennessee. He is currently a student in the MFA Program at UMass and edits SKEIN Magazine.