how is it to be told? . . . in detailing the facts themselves?
—Charles Reznikoff, Reznikoff Papers Box VII, Folder 26
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His assailant tried to saw his finger off [News report]
Horrible [Facebook comment] two Jewish brothers wearing skullcaps
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said they were driving in Bondy [News report] a northeastern suburb
10.9 kilometers from the center of Paris [Wikipedia] the “City of Love” [Quora.com]
In the Middle Ages Bondy was mainly forest notorious
for robbers and bandits extremely dangerous [Wikipedia]
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they say they were forced off the main road by another vehicle the driver
and a passenger shouting “Dirty Jews, you’re going to die!” [News report]
Why is our world moving backwards? [Facebook comment]
The brothers were
abducted surrounded kicked punched repeatedly [News report]
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The situation in Paris has been getting worse [Facebook comment]
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Jews are leaving France in record numbers
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Golden sultanas
contain as small an amount as half a
sprig and a generous seasoning of
symptoms – including vomiting and diar-
heat. Whisk in the butter and check
in Hanover and in Munster, including
the reducing cooking juices.
The woodlands close to their refugee shel-
pour the rest of the marinade.
40 reported cases, mainly linked
using a heavy kitchen knife, slice
them for the bearded amanita
shred the Kale finely, cook in the
Mediterranean area
gently, then add a little salt and
ing them. It’s tragic, particularly when
flesh is still pink and juicy within.
This poem was created using a random method, using the two articles:
‘Refugees fall victim to poisonous mushroom’ – Guardian (Page 19), Wednesday 30 September 2015.
Nigel Slater ‘Grilled Partridge, Orange and Lemon Marinade’ Recipe, Observer Food Monthly, September 2015, No. 174 p.24.
Lines were separated according the article and numbered. Using a…
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Their eyes were closed
and they stood
in line. In the dream
there is no suggestion
of a purpose,
just the indispensable.
Like in a 20th century
painting. The last
they knew was
hunger. It was in the eyes.
A weight that opens
the doors.
Remnants seized otherwise joy
from the tinsel basket laid on the windowledge
soft enough to be pillows; rectangular embryos pious
mothershrouds floating hands over mouths
oozed with sap, eternal man dances
the hallways clear to forgetfulness,
thrust standing by the gasoline when possessed
along enthralled visages of spilled dreams
learning their nonsense to be blanked and turned into reality
thisly fosterably and lulled to a dormancy
men play pill games to sever, once frail
near the extraneous engine, blubber from the meat
soft again enough the bloodripple succumbs
to the sedated pain we hear yelps
through the rampant noise of the bloodbath
thus earplugs find their way
to deafen the voice when he sees you spill stringent dreams
during the preface thin and blonde to the metropolis
from otherwise joy wholesomely oblivious embryos
stragleholding somehow rectangular piousfed
their dullnipple ultimatums of nearly-nonexistent men
dancing though hallways to restricted whorerooms
by…
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Your ooble booble drooble oobles
your hastas wastas wistis gerk
your timid tidal epidural fleek on scric
blowning offa opal open poem cone pome
sulled silled sashed slashed mumma fumma
into vast kummatose Galaxy
hydrational disproportion izn’t probeerly pud to
gether in toolshed enoughing flavorless stuffing
groog grod manna raze the already deady
heady and no heady but bendy
send me away awash awhorl
send away for me cornucopia hands
that are not hands…………twisted gaVeyard all there so sadly amany.
sky traps mountainheads on school teacher properties.
It feels like the spoon has left Ohio in bus smoke clouds with
Predators and Orthodontists everywhere. Everywhichway I look
I see is something else seeing something else. THAT’s what I should be
doing right now.…….Not THIS!………………………….Hours
……………………………..pass
and then
you awaken to find that
you dropped your coat in the grapes
and threw the suitcases like Frisbees at the moons
of Jupiter as your psych-0 eyes barely blunk (0ßà0)
you trip up a trophy
that you already lost
local focal points
to the oven
in your stomach
in the belly cavities
of thick lungthrum
the trumpet dislodges
gurgle of trumpets
already lodged in throat—
my promise to send
you my bones
in a tin can of water
if you promise
to blast them off
into outer space
has left me
lumbering languid, lonesome—
your insides keep
vomiting velvet coffins
spreading big russet blotches
among the white cotton plush fad
slushing out repeatedly
like a regurgitation
of continual whale birth.
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Heath Brougher is the poetry editor of Five 2 One Magazine and co-poetry editor of Into the Void Magazine. He has published three chapbooks, “A Curmudgeon Is Born”(Yellow Chair Press 2016), “Digging for Fire” and “Your Noisy Eyes” (both by Stay Weird and Keep Writing Press 2016). He is a Best of the Net Nominee and his work…
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it has been so, so many years. dormant.
hurts and atrocities.
you did not know you said it.
did not remember.
did not mean it.
sixty years later, passed it forward
when you shouted. this is how
things go round.
for which i apologise.
hurts and atrocities.
reubenwoolley 