Daily Archives: February 22, 2018

New Histories by Serena Mayer

I am not a silent poet

….open the world and what
weakens and sickens
……money at the expense of
to say that is the ability

rough the devious
ordinary life.
…….flat where he was attacked.
..narrators who were decent

…..of threshold space
rough gold and bone
…..the city is as magical..of a ritual killing

..building design or corporate
….operate, beyond
places built out of difference
………to describe this.

….break that pattern,
include temporary spaces
……slightly the ordinary spatial
..shaping how

………outside the circle
…….indicting anyone
familiar about the street
part of the story of being

..

Serena Mayer studied anthropology and social geography. She is interested in hidden texts and forgotten or discarded language. Her writing has previously appeared in NutshellElectric Zone and X-Peri.

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Backtalk by Ingrid Bruck

I am not a silent poet

Besotted love birds, they entered,
arms wrapped around each other.
He kept his hands on her in the library, 
her body molded to his. 
They cruised up and down aisles
clasped like tandem trailers, stitched together,
he could have been her shadow. 
..
It was Darlin’ this, Honey that, and Sweetheart,
I wondered if the man knew her name.
She pulled away, he resisted. 
His hand slid quick as a snake to her shoulder, 
clutched her neck, compliance assured
with the steel of possession. 
I did a double take, watched more closely.
..
“Let’s check out a movie,” the man announced.
They spoke in silent gazes. 
He gave her a wordless look, frozen, she stared back. 
“Were they lovers so immersed in each other
they couldn’t bear to be parted a moment?
Or was he an alpha claiming domination?
Or worse, a woman abuser. 
..
I approached them, trying to…

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