An adventure plunging into a luscious thicket, appearing to some as a spaceship, others an old locomotive, others a party of explorers on foot, yet others an incredible caterpillar with hares’ legs kicking in all directions amidst an echinoderm’s spines and gently waving tubules, is the vehicle called surrealism. — Mattias Forshage
spurious confusion of blood/ welded on
the proving ground/ of horrible fats
in the cooling jets / of Habermas Rite-Aids
my Christian friend smelt moth
and woodworm in my home
long before it was there. I
learned of the smell’s name
last night in the Gospels.
it reeked, I remember, nested
in an attic my brother and I
to see if we could see the old
witch we’d heard died there
>haunt her furniture and trinkets.
I hissed “don’t fucking touch
the portraits. don’t touch her letters.”
We stole the rest and ran
through gaps of pine
and fir groves
It is only through the re-establishment of a concrete relation between the language of things and the language of man that we can hope to find any sort of real revolutionary experience in the world, or any totality of existence. — Kate Khatib
Isabalino Anastasio Guzman
Sitzender Junge (“Sitting Boy”), Werner Stotzer
In good grief, the boys made of stone stare upward.
Closest to noon. Into the sun. What do they see?
The sun a set of gears inflamed, swollen in turns
of decaying cataracts drumming with the traffic.
Soon join the tendrils of storm clouds the buildings
attempts to wipe away with unfurled finger-spires.
Next the waves of sliver pigeons, splashing feathers,
waiting to feed upon the tears of rats chanting to the sky.
Hours will go by with the children ready to howl.
Their knees have been weathered away to pebbles.
A city will collapse into their heads as a single iron spike.
It will dig into the earth. Break layers of crust. Sing verse.
Bio: Isabalino A. Guzman is a poet/student from Brooklyn, New York. His publication history includes: The Same Magazne, Symmetry Pebbles, Inclement Poetry, and Blanket Stories (an anthology published by Ragged Sky Press).
Woodrow Wilson kilt rings / leaving fleck
tropical hand grenade / as wet fetish
eternity / flat & impeccable
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subsequent tetrahedrons / in a tackle
somehow the touching me / as a comet