Repent,revive,respire by Rus Khomutoff

to Nico


Hyraxia savior complex/ dreams are
lost memories of lineated time
The situation that exists signalling through
the flames, dreamcore season of stone voices
ghost in the ghost shuttlepod teleporting us
back to reason
Giving and receiving consideration in a hundred ways, diving deep with temperance burned from the 
mind's eye
Betadine wake of space beyond silence,
lifeblood irrationalia inamorata path of exile
thought fully detached in the temple of
the blood mirage
ubiquitous earth...
violent work of art divine,
what destroys me frees me
journal of trauma razor skyline
repent,revive,respire

Rus Khomutoff is an experimental language poet based in Brooklyn, NY. Poetry has appeared in San Francisco Review of Books, Proprose Magazine, Mojave Heart Review and Hypnopomp. In 2018, Immaculate Days (Alien Buddha Press) was published. In 2019, Radia was published by Void Front Press.

Selections from Seep by Heller Levinson

Image © Maria Mavropoulou

in the poise of seepage

incredulity

incipient bloat

perpetuity’s foreskin

pared to an a-meristic anachronic opalescent

undulance, in the shingled extravagance of

momentary let, a cache of resplendent accretion pearls an

inebriate puncture,

rouses this

am-

bulation

seep in brood bedlam

broadside                    bowdlerize

         apostrophic rampage            helter welter

  collar holler yelp yeller giddy gallop gap song yup-a’long

yo-fiddlediddle            hard alee get a ped-i-gree

         wing wring wiggle wrack wattle

         wiggle wing wattle wring wrack

                     weed wrest

sap persuasion            shag a’long slur parade

count yrself in     groove to the

din                     slip-sully →

                       slide

                 go deep

            in-side

belly roundabout

scout

rout

seep liquesces

dehisces             dilutes

             dribbles

       de  Com  po  Z es

     rudiments of esteem

       – estimables –

flossed to an inebriate

meander

salience teems

Heller Levinson, the originator of Hinge Theory, lives in New York where he studies animal behavior.  These pieces will be featured in the forthcoming collection, Seep, which will be published by  Black Widow Press (Spring, 2020).

Cut A Hand From A Hand by Tongo Eisen-Martin

“if you reverse the car any farther,

you will run over all the scenes in the back of your mind”

I never cared for teachers…just the pattern of fainting spells induced by wall art.

Propaganda is courage, man

The price sticker hid my tattoo

-I treasure my problem with the world

“My mother becomes from Brooklyn first thing in the morning”

-a proverb around these parts

               proverb or peasant entrance password

Writing short notes to famous Europeans

On the backs of post cards

With ransom requests

They reply with a newsreel or cigarette announcement (I can’t tell the difference)

-Noble dollars then you die inside

(but only inside)

“They call it, ‘sleeping deeper than your stalker.’

And stalker is all that badge makes you,”

says a great spirit dressed in the bloody rags tuxedos became

meanwhile my punch is feared by no one

“Proud of yourself?” I ask the fret hand

“Porch Lights” is what they call our guns

I’ve seen this house in a dream

I’ve seen this chair on behalf of a dream

               I believe a trumpet was the first possessed object to fly

“keep going,” she cheers

               the draft in the room becomes a toddler

obsessed with the altar

the altar becomes  a runaway train

               got a thousand paintings cascading down my skinny arms

                                                            Dictionaries piling up to the window bars

basements called dope fiend cocoons

crowd into the part of my mind

referred to as my heart

-a reminder to the population that

your blanket can work with

or against you-

human reef/

we will be a big human reef

for concepts that finally gain a metaphysical nature

and they will swim around our beautiful poses

we stop being flashbacks

then stop being three different people

then I was alone [the pistol is one city away]

one of the drug triangle’s lines runs through my head

tap the bottle twice and consider the dead refreshed

“don’t you want to rest your bravery?

don’t you want to be a coward for a little bit?”

-back and forth to a panic attack with no problems nor fears

a man gets a facial expression finally

a Friday finally goes his way

his life is finally talked about happily in his head

I can’t possess the body of a hermit

I must be the last of his smoke

Now running away with three blocks of alley

Tucked under my arm

You ever see a man

get to the bottom of his soul

in a car ride down a missing cousin’s street?

half step to the right

I mean I took the whole car outside of history

Half step to the right

I mean a whole pack of wolves stepped to my left

-Deep in the recesses of the main recess

“road marker” is what I called the light bulb we had for a sun

                                                            a whole civilization might slink to the sink

                                                                                          chain gang shuffling next to a sucker

-the long look in the mirror [a stack of money starts talking from four cities away]

Tongo Eisen-Martin is a poet, movement worker, and educator. His latest book, Heaven Is All Goodbyes, published in the City Lights Pocket Poets series, was shortlisted for the Griffin Poetry Prize and won a California Book Award and an American Book Award.

Two Poems by James Knight

Grammar Lesson

grammar is when the afternoon forgets itself

there are lines everywhere

            the page

            the room

            the window frame

            the horizon

she tries to keep inside

            in the attic lives a certified darkness

            waiting to think or play

she holds the cut men

sings to their bones

The Wooden Father

the wooden father works rapidly at your sores

pearly wisdom gleaming on his brow

                        there is music

            coming from the flowers under the stairs

                                    or perhaps from your mouth

            the night advances like calamity

the wooden father uses

syringes chains and laughter

to progress from one site to the next

                        it is best to keep your fingers still

                        but I think you know that already

the wooden father creaks and snorts

vapour from his crabbed lungs paints masterpieces in the air

you could always run away

            but the memories would bring you back

a pious mother waits

on the other side

of the moon

James Knight is an experimental poet and digital artist. Void Voices, his reimagining of Dante’s Inferno, was published by Hesterglock Press in 2018. Website: thebirdking.com and Twitter.

Two Poems by Irene Koronas

psalm 170-1

septuage version found in

syriac current. wide set

crican elect by sight lude.

postexilic festal in parallel.

devise an example. tickets

fill mouth with edit. dac

singularity. seam crux.

proscovianic short list

heading eyelet hoshachar,

alamoth, tonirs, peregrinus

(colophon codex) [31]

last quarter. in turn will

hear (maschil) shir mizmor tehilla

maskil 32, 42, 44, 52-55, 74, 78, 88,

89, 142, 170-1, stem remains

cycle p.22 psalter use.

increase two shorten cite

march 2019

            

new test dogon leveret

        on a single mind

first and anther course

daz map at the start

        explore own

fose ban. errand plan

to accept fini change

who sent cos touch

        mem range

        in-lap contrast

        stasis quips

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liquid nostal

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sect nails six

Irene Koronas is the author of numerous collections of xperimental writing. Her individual collections include declivities (BlazeVOX, 2018), Volume III in her Grammaton Series, ninth iota (The Knives Forks and Spoons Press, 2018), Volume II in her Grammaton Series and Codify (Éditions du Cygne, 2017), Volume I in her Grammaton Series). Her xperimental writing and sauvage art have been published in BlazeVOX, The Boston Globe, Cambridge Chronicles, Clarion, E·ratio, New Mystics, Otoliths, Pop Art, Poesy, Presa, Stride, Taos Journal of International Poetry & Art, Silver Pinion and Word For/Word. She is an internationally acclaimed painter and digital artist, having exhibited at the Tokyo Art Museum Japan, the Henri IV Gallery, the Ponce Art Gallery, Gallery at Bentley College and the M & M Gallery. She’s a graduate of the Massachusetts College of Art & Design and is the Publisher and Managing Editor of X-Peri.