fingernail’d,
striated fume,
a yarning snake
from the receptacle.
the whole block,
bracing to popcorn—
pistol.
I subscribed myself
to forthcoming throes;
lunged mammatus
spatter;
headline coined
disaster.
union and 3rd
poised to gazelle
vertigo—vitiligo—
cannelloni.
we didn’t see its amber,
only a collective gorge
of duck.
a nape, naked
primed for the tap.
when nothing happened &
the marquee kept on,
I lit a cigarette
immediately
to revisit the smoke.
Kris Hall is a writer and organizer from Seattle, WA. He is the curator for Da’daedal and SQUASH: Beats & Books. He is also the author of the chapbooks Notes for Xenos Vesparum (Shotgun Wedding) due this fall, and Dillinger on the Beach (Horse Less Press) forthcoming in the spring.
Kelly Nelson
My Uncle at Nineteen
His Mother Writes
the Warden, 1955
Jon-Michael Frank
Funny How Time Slips Away
Not Fade Away
Jacqueline Jules
Obsolete Angers
J. Bradley
Yelp Review:
Planned Parenthood
of Greater Orlando
Yelp Review:
The Milk Bar
Amy Schriebman Walter
Hope in a Yellow Dress
Miho Kinnas
Earlobes
Mark Povinelli
Notes I
Notes II
Kenneth Nichols
The Best Writers
Bombed the SAT
John Patsynski
The Money Weapon
Aileen Bassis
Pellucid Musing
Travis Macdonald
When the Map's Crease
Becomes an Axis
and Detaches
Kris Hall
Pyromanian I
Pyromanian II
Claire Scott
Harbor Lights
Elizabeth Kate Switaj
Poseidon's Canto