by Kristen Orser
Greying Ghost Press
Chapbook #20
"The midwest can be a lonely space to crawl. Heaps of junctions and front roads bordering corn but nobody else is on the road this afternoon. Folded Into Your Midwestern Thunderstorm is a thunder-slap meant for your cheek. There is a ferocity and a bite to these poems as ripe as the 'Bells, bells, bells / resembling / the ferocity of print ribbon. Double / if you are the responder / my words gut.' Kristen Orser shall reckon!"
5.5" x 8.5" Chapbook with hand-stamped songbook covers and inlay paper
Printed in an edition of 99. Click here for images of the cover.
$6.50 free shipping in USA/Canada.
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excerpt:
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SOUND, THE SMALL ANTIQUE
This year, nobody swims in Lake Michigan.
Everyone performs a question and walks in their own excrement.
My sand neighbor says the boy and I are a beautiful couple. I've seen him
go through our garbage, follow our grammar. Tenderness
has three mirror images. Because of suspicion, I triangulate: What color is the story?
: The second wife is purplish, the birthday cake has red frosting,
and three of the four babies are blue.
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