December 5, 2015

ADVENT DAY FIVE: ERICA LEWIS














 





erica lewis lives in San Francisco where she is a fine arts publicist and curates the john oates house reading series. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in various anthologies and journals. Books include the precipice of jupiter, camera obscura (both collaborations with artist Mark Stephen Finein) and murmur in the inventory. daryl hall is my boyfriend, book one in the box set trilogy, is just out from Barrelhouse; mary wants to be a superwoman, book two, is forthcoming from Third Man Books in 2017. Recent chapbooks include publications from Ypolita Press and Lame House Press; chapbooks are forthcoming in 2016 from Belladonna, Lark Books, and After Hours/The Song Cave. She was born in Cincinnati, Ohio.

December 4, 2015

ADVENT DAY FOUR: Elisabeth Workman

S W O O N C L I F F


a body bristles
full of any
one for more
to the point
is noise is
energy & no
one’s not in
vited to freak
out or part
icle & smash to
wah full frontal
apoplectic
bloodspurts
in a bout
of base joy
stuck on the
deck till it
’s time to
dock to press
their lips in
to the amp
litude of all
-at-once orbits
sounding out the
double signals
of a dead con
sensus—it means
us—rushing into
the lash the
throatslit swine
like a swoonboss
an original
bite like a
jubilant pop
-up book of
phobias full
of songs in
an as of yet in
decipherable m
other tongue









ELISABETH WORKMAN is the author of eight chapbooks, the full-length Ultramegaprairieland (Bloof Books 2014), and, forthcoming very soon from Dusie Press (!!!!), You Always Live Again (of which the poem above is part). She lives in Minneapolis.




December 3, 2015

ADVENT DAY THREE: Jane Joritz-Nakagawa

from {{terrain grammar}}


gilded ether feminine shadow
hygiene of fabric
scientific chemise

chokepoint anew 
scanty chemistry
torque scheme

ethnic frill / icy 
balloon / unforgiving
intimate shocks

without a scalp
crossroads of dying
sing the domestic

inanimate velvet
holler their niche
glory now tongue

paradise body
exotic misfit veil
bleeds telltale pillow

partial fingerprint
animal trophy
adverse event

distinguished academic
my measurements
a form of adultery

states of beco ming
when i am thru w/u
incompletely demolished

the same empty
diaspora routine
blood bath

leaves in my bed
leaves unconscious
head wounds

flame color reaction
escorts superficial
flamboyance

movement of branches
wants to chain 
the landscape





Jane Joritz-Nakagawa is working on her 9th book of poetry titled {{terrain grammar}}.  Email is welcome at janejoritznakagawa at gmail dot com.

December 2, 2015

ADVENT DAY TWO: Caolan Madden


VAST NECROHOL: LOADING SCREEN 

The nethicite has corrupted the life of this place. It is nothing but a Vast Necrohol.
- Captain Basch fon Ronsenberg, FINAL FANTASY XII, 2007

All you had to do was / Stay
 Taylor Swift, 2014

ITTE COULLDE BAENE (B minor) EASEYE
ALLE YE HADDE TO DO WAST (G) STAYE

 =  singke                                                         = endURE

deare father deare cpatian my worke is to staye it is USHC EYESEY WORKE
it is the easietst acte
the simpleste
it is my arte to satye
for as longe as my boans allowe
in the artehth
untille he diggath me UP

(G) ALL YE HADDE TO DOE

I staye

I putteth my Palme on the controaler and holde it        so I yronne in circles
I staye in the dongeone leveling and leveing
I do notte turne off the consoal
I am eternale consoaler
o wondrefulle consoaler         keepe yourselfe aloaft             the clocke runninge

(D) ALLE YE HADDE TO DO WASSE (A)

the clocke resettes itselfe i am stille heare
the zombeyes killinge themselvess againste my boddye
my boddyye turrning to loote               I kepte clyckging not knwoeing
if loot wase a noune or a verbe           if I was loote or if I dydde it
my boddye a meathshielde                  sheathe            boane breakking boane
#notyouremeatshieled                          #hark               

(A) ALLE YE HADDE TO DO WASSE  (B minor)

HARKE the stkeetolons are SOAR AFRYAD sedde my mothere
but thare bodyees made moar loote and my bodye
stayhed                        its raiment of goald coines

(B minor) ALLE YE HADDE TO DO WASSE 
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CAOLAN MADDEN just put up a glittery cardboard Advent calendar in her apartment in Brooklyn. Follow her on Twitter @caolanm

December 1, 2015

ADVENT DAY ONE: Jacqueline Kari

Losing it/ I am always the Virgin


I always  virgin
even when we switch roles, fuck you
w/ infinite vectors        I still the virgin
Isn’t sexy  ?
I do my whores           I virgin

Virgin chafes mommy suit;
whore and virgin resist mommy
I must eventually don Mommy, don Crone:
This has been decided for me

(Acts like a shed
Actually, amasses)

I am going crazy! I duplicitous when I supposed to
be one flesh with specific use +/or exchange value,
clearly daddy issued

Have you peaked in my box? Beware:
I am both alive and dead: in me I contain
multitudes of virginities           They teem up

They pop each other on the head
I schoolmarm them.

I box their candy ankles
I lipstick their bruises
I powder their no’s

sez we glimpse out the sublimate        
tears
We a muse      me swallow them        
anew hole






Jacqueline Kari is the author of The Book of Tell {dancing girl press} and Litel Myn Tragedye (forthcoming in 2016 on Birds of Lace). Other poems, visual art and translations have appeared in Tarpaulin Sky, Action Yes, Lana Turner, RealPoetik and elsewhere. She lives, studies and works in Athens, GA.