"But our conundrum is that it is all grotesquely pretty: the toxic therapists, (who are the real monsters,) the dolls waiting to suck out our mouths, a microwave that restarts itself every four seconds, the brains hungering for escape but trapped in skull prisons. The red ooze we are afraid to witness splatter on the wall, but we also cannot look away." (a snippet of the blurb which appears below)
Showing posts with label Jennifer MacBain Stephens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jennifer MacBain Stephens. Show all posts
5/24/23
A new blurb by Jennifer MacBain-Stephens of my poetry chapbook "CONTORTED DOOM CONVEYOR" (Now available for pre-order)
A new blurb by Jennifer MacBain-Stephens of my poetry chapbook "CONTORTED DOOM CONVEYOR", forthcoming in July from Gutter Snob Books and available for preorder now. Reserve your copy HERE - https://www.magicaljeep.com/product/doom/140
"But our conundrum is that it is all grotesquely pretty: the toxic therapists, (who are the real monsters,) the dolls waiting to suck out our mouths, a microwave that restarts itself every four seconds, the brains hungering for escape but trapped in skull prisons. The red ooze we are afraid to witness splatter on the wall, but we also cannot look away." (a snippet of the blurb which appears below)
"But our conundrum is that it is all grotesquely pretty: the toxic therapists, (who are the real monsters,) the dolls waiting to suck out our mouths, a microwave that restarts itself every four seconds, the brains hungering for escape but trapped in skull prisons. The red ooze we are afraid to witness splatter on the wall, but we also cannot look away." (a snippet of the blurb which appears below)
7/22/14
New July Thirteen Myna Birds Flock!
A new oozing update to the Thirteen Myna Birds flock, offering an odd entourage of uncanny new poetry morsels by Jennifer MacBain-Stephens, Daniel M. Shapiro, Donavon Davidson, Jeffrey Zable, and John Grey - preceded by a teaser piece from the new Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "They Talk About Death" by Alessandra Bava. Step inside if you dare - http://13myna.blogspot.com/.
"I dip my fingers in your scars - pilfering flesh like it was the future - kinetic spasms of gloss, hair, bone, and tendon - when light strikes light head on, a life must end - a cut, dirty swan - falling into a dark hole - dead fruit falling from trees - seep up through rotting flower stalks - little lambs eat their hearts out - it immediately disintegrated in my hands - fingertips to blades - hyenas in celluloid nightgowns"
"I dip my fingers in your scars - pilfering flesh like it was the future - kinetic spasms of gloss, hair, bone, and tendon - when light strikes light head on, a life must end - a cut, dirty swan - falling into a dark hole - dead fruit falling from trees - seep up through rotting flower stalks - little lambs eat their hearts out - it immediately disintegrated in my hands - fingertips to blades - hyenas in celluloid nightgowns"
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