February 2012
146 posts
Marble Farm: THINGS I ALMOST TITLED MY THESIS AT... →
marblefarm:
A Series of Loosely Connected Poems Concerning a Series of Loosely Connected Events Preferably Titled “Who Are Those Two Dudes” But More Appropriately Titled “Who Are Those Two Cocks: Poems of Love and Sex,” But Poems I Wish to be Called “The Champagne of Beers” by Brett Elizabeth Jenkins
Quite a…
DOCUMENTS
marblefarm:
You know what I love?
Documents.
You can write shit in them, then show them to all your friends.
They think you’re smart when they read it. They’ll see all
the words, they will see the document.
Make a big pile of document.
Put it on the floor, roll
around in the big documents.
marblefarm:
The things I want to say are simple so why can’t I say them. Like please don’t be mad at me please don’t be mad at me please don’t.
Or else I want to say
I am so sad and why am I so sad.
marblefarm:
this is a picture of me wearing a tortilla.
chadasaurusrex:
This weekend is a layout weekend. Mark Cunningham’s X-Ray Glasses, NAP 2.4, Brett M.F. Elizabeth Jenkins’ Ether/Ore (for a special AWP “If you’re cool and B.M.F.E.J. wants to give you one release”) and some chapbook by a dude named Gregory Sherl.
This is an image from X-Ray Glasses by Ivan de Monbrison.
writingifuckinglike:
I wanted to write “stay” on your sides, surround your bed with oceans of salt. I hope he folds you into a fox, loves you like a splintered arrow, brandishes the kill of your lips. May the bouquet of your hips wither. May the wolves forget your name.
J. Bradley
LOVE STORIES HATE STORIES
LOL I STILL HATE YOU.
napmag:
LOVE STORIES HATE STORIES
BY RUSS WOODS & BRETT ELIZABETH JENKINS
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RINPOCHE (XI)
marblefarm:
I left so I could figure out how to come home.
I stayed away too long; the house is empty. I am deciding how best to look for you.
My eye is the director of this short film. How that tree’s branches mimic your outstretched arms.
The woman in the red hat with the man in the red hat, she could be you, singing a recital of my faults.
Who knows what other places I could find you in. There...
