Autumn Harvest: How the Goblin Fruit Falls
http://www.goblinfruit.net/2012/fall/
Oh, it's delicious. I want to gnaw the rinds. But it would taste metallic. This issue is a city after dark, under rain.
Poets are: Mike Allen, Sonya Taaffe, Rose Lemberg, Kelly Rose Pflug-Back, Ruth Jenkins, Alex Dally MacFarlane, Brock Marie Moore, C. W. Johnson, Jennifer Crow, Virginia M. Mohlere, Rachel Dacus.
I got to narrate Mike Allen's poem, "The Vigil," and I am using my INCREDIBLY SCARY VOICE, so... FLEE! Flee to your bedcovers! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You do not want to meet my VIGIL VOICE on a MOOR by MIDNIGHT.
Some of my favorite lines, mixed up:
I do not feel beautiful
I tasted mysteries at an early age, drank secrets
while father watched like a
moon, from the upstairs window
the Devil likes his blue-eyed boys
I brought him down
In the wreckage of his secrets
The thunderclouds rise like hooded cobras
this city is the library of despair
if even a soul stirs, so will she
i fear her iron teeth
waltzing deaf
through the dark of subway tunnels
we will own the streets tonight
and the blood
they won't know our strength
no they won't know our teeth
(Hell is a country of lost possessions.)
I am taking back my kingdom
***
Oh, it's delicious. I want to gnaw the rinds. But it would taste metallic. This issue is a city after dark, under rain.
Poets are: Mike Allen, Sonya Taaffe, Rose Lemberg, Kelly Rose Pflug-Back, Ruth Jenkins, Alex Dally MacFarlane, Brock Marie Moore, C. W. Johnson, Jennifer Crow, Virginia M. Mohlere, Rachel Dacus.
I got to narrate Mike Allen's poem, "The Vigil," and I am using my INCREDIBLY SCARY VOICE, so... FLEE! Flee to your bedcovers! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You do not want to meet my VIGIL VOICE on a MOOR by MIDNIGHT.
Some of my favorite lines, mixed up:
I do not feel beautiful
I tasted mysteries at an early age, drank secrets
while father watched like a
moon, from the upstairs window
the Devil likes his blue-eyed boys
I brought him down
In the wreckage of his secrets
The thunderclouds rise like hooded cobras
this city is the library of despair
if even a soul stirs, so will she
i fear her iron teeth
waltzing deaf
through the dark of subway tunnels
we will own the streets tonight
and the blood
they won't know our strength
no they won't know our teeth
(Hell is a country of lost possessions.)
I am taking back my kingdom
***