The Average of Revolutions is an era of fallacy an error – no less, of philanthropic tapestry. And though the curtains – drawn, tied by titans, who… Read more “Average of Revolutions”
Category: poetry
The Original Trickster
The Original Trickster told me to tell you that when you are told to behave to tell that teller who told you things to fuck off. The… Read more “The Original Trickster”
Sweet (an old toothache poem)
Slow thudding, thumping pain struck teeth, enamored by frozen sweetness, ravaged – to the weak enamel, pitied to the ringing core, Rhythmless, it was just an empty… Read more “Sweet (an old toothache poem)”
A Battle of Will
take exception to the carnall cross the meridian, cross the metaphore. ease against it cross and ease into its sex of secrets, into the flash-collapse of flesh… Read more “A Battle of Will”
Pillar Pill box
A pillar, a pill box color coordinated to days of the weak and frail — thins my hair and blood, and floods my liver and kidneys —… Read more “Pillar Pill box”
In Between
I am standing in between rooms, in between the shallow end and start of doorways. In the sheet rock, plasters and pink puff insulation pieces. I am… Read more “In Between”
I took them all
I took some pills a while ago then a while ago, more and a while ago again. I found my friend I found a pause of silence… Read more “I took them all”
Lesions & Bruises (Sestina)
I am not weak always — often my mind has lesions and bruises, welts of dark void that are fresh imprints of light headed thoughts – also… Read more “Lesions & Bruises (Sestina)”
SASHA SMITH 