"Sliver" (New) by Jennifer K Dick

chipped
...................mother-of-pearl fever

.........................................................dream
.................................................................contained

.........(from which body emerges?)

Well
......sparks
....................................(converging
......................................when supine
...................................................leveled languid language

........leaves wake ripple-effects

...........................................................soundwaves
wavelets
...........spikes

.....................................[brakes] or [bracelets]

splotch of
.........meteorites
..................................showered
................................................................spittle and
........................................................................(or)
.............................................................................fire
...........where from out emboldened darkness)

here....................................................................hearing

NEW: Riddle by Jonathan Wonham

I'm rock, but I roll.
I'm not brave yet I'm...?

+++++++

(answer in the comments...)

Scavenged edit (tardy entry)

by george vance after 'Could' by L. Pasold

unstuck flash-lit flesh
bound in a solar-iced blackroom

custodial argue-meant conciergial cant

key of lost-utopia

vous. do that voodoo that
conceived her s’well
(bed of the stricken pickup, history of)

finger-feeling into blurred silhouette. semblant.

as if there were a ‘were’


^

Committee by Barbara Beck

After reduced by L. Pasold, Point to the Eye by B. Shimoda
and others...


We've been winging it means
a spinning mobile can rip our heads off.
All of us pinning our hopes
on a new profile closer to the laws
of physics. Jane runs the numbers:
this crescent based on a smiley
outlook, this scimitar to sever hairs.
Alex prefers a gondola mustache.
Vanessa moves that we limit
our activity to dissassemblage,
get ourselves into the youth market.
Another wrecking-ball universe,
says the pres. We open
and close windows, remember air
trapped in feathers, fur, ice
even as the origami minutes
fold inward. A closet full of dirty
ecliptics. Rubber gloves point
every way away is pinker
than our maiden math. What
did she say, does overhead
breed gegenschein?
That's why we're here, what
we're trying to figure out!

reduced

After "a pointing word" by lauren levin & "Scene: in the back of the closet" by J.K.Dick

here we are again in the closet eating hearts. tasting of fiberglass, pinning hopes on infrastructure--we're nitwit overfocused on disassemblage, blood-mouthed, itching.
even as packing proves the laws of physics are fallible--there's so much more on this inside, the wasted origami of ventricles, clean underwear, rubber gloves slipping past our teeth.

a pointing word (by lauren levin)

after "POINT TO THE EYE" by Brandon Shimoda & "Down to the Wire" by Amy Hollowell



.......reduced


a mobile spinning

....a crescent stretching


....the public toward

This Will Do by JKD

after "This Eiderdown" by Rufo Quintevalle

Praxilcontagent this conifer’s
.......cogniscent of clatter, prominent
.................backstained blood axes
........................an axel will do as well
................................violence undertaken of
......................................loaded lingo strung back to