Macula Lutea

You make the good mirror blue.

The way you look at specifics without actually looking:

spidery vessels, pictographs of the world, human gestures & undulations.

I know - is not completely naked - a dazzling of war, as it was, the results of a tourist who invents god. & I go home devoid of His light.

I see the yellow-bellied grackle as a thorn in all the hidden places, & it may be feeding the black for it is almost as tender as the fear of injury. What's ears before the voice screeches doubt that you are in my eyes?

Also known to conflict with the line of sight

What is Important?

To love and be loved...everything else is secondary.

Zanna Van Acker and Anna domino

New Work up at Inertia (Issue # 9)

(cover art by Gabrielle Senza)

The new issue of Inertia is out, featuring work by Dean Kostos, Jeffery Berg, April Ossman, and others.

I'm not so sure I like this issue as much as previous issues. The poems are more straightforward, and not really what I had been expecting. When I received the prompt to this issue, I thought the issue was going to be centered around "erotic" poetry, or poetry that was ballsy and ribald. My poem, Intercourse, feels somewhat out of place. I was also prompted to go in the minimalist direction--which I did. The other poems in #9 are lengthy and, for the most part, linear.

Regardless, I still think Inertia is a fine magazine, and I'm very glad to be a part of it. So I stick out like the proverbial sore thumb! That's not necessarily a bad thing.

i[O]

See: the lithograph eye, an imago trapped in glue
you flinch the imperceptible flinch of disbelief
spirits unveil themselves, unveiling all misconceptions
see: the cosmonaut blinking morse, Dostoevsky’s ghost
performs Picasso’s Guernica—the mad art is one of disbelief
disbelief: see: hyperboles morph into greater hyperboles
[the art of exaggeration blossoms only in smaller things]
a concentrated, single view; granules, a root, an eyeful
of anions spotting the moon.

R.H.I.Z.O.M.E

review of mIEKAL aND and Maria Damon's eros/ion by Greg Bem.

Metempsychose

William Allegrezza reviews Metempsychose over at p-ramblings

For Ache

A tight box in the gut;
accordion of nerves
--arms, snapped shut.
Hinge, the relentless mechanism.
No softness, no tender existence
for the tongue to taste.

*

If Jesus hung
for all my strength, I should
hope it not be in vain

Soledad Miranda Appreciation Month

Soledad Rendón Bueno
7/9/43-8/18/70

Disassembling

i

To study the absence of absence;a hereafter void
where darkness is presence without object, without corridors,
new religions; a scriptural

nakedness--blushed


ii

The clockworks have halted their kinetic dance--we try to conceptualize new components out of old, arrange levers like rune bones

---Time mistakes

Chaos

for order


iii

You feel as though the body is rendered useless after its last performance--we speak of bridges burned & aborted love & nothing appears

palpable enough for lengthy conversation

---so we drown the dialogue down our throats

just to produce a void again

Scenes of Endangerment

A windowless eye to black-out beautiful nothingness
[note the disappearance of a body
the mute God calls into soil]

Time & space cannot forget the brown root (hold me)
or conch (unheld) or in suspension, the ripe apple in September,

like dew, turns downward. Panic is produced
in the breath, born, expires as aftermath fires enraged,
bellowing text
in the throat

--------- tongue holds the presence of isolated spit
[she loves the pronunciation of quiver
small vibrato
an avalanche
formed in the slits her eyelids; staccatic dance]
…the awakening of a film occurs

New Chapbook

I am very happy to announce the emergence of EoS,
published by Peter Hughes' wonderful Oystercatcher Press.  
Do check it out!

EoS: http://www.oystercatcherpress.com/mstamatakis.html

Find it on Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8509941-eos

Welcome to Kuva

Conceptual Cover

This is the conceptual cover art for my next book of poetry.  This book will feature 51 experimental sapphic poems set with abstract themes.  I am very excited to start working on this book-- a book which could be the most trying, but could also prove to be the most rewarding in a poetic sense.  I look forward to this challenge, and can't wait to get started. 

The Last Vispo...in Moscow!

To be reunited with Moscow...
maybe not in the flesh, but in the form.


http://s753.photobucket.com/albums/xx177/kolam2/Last%20vispo/?start=0

The Beauty of My Son

a child's fierce drive guides the exploration of life

R~Street Junction

Aurora[e]

[i]

quiet lights flow ------ no written geometry…

in

transparent /

skin in the audacious & ….“non-opaque

….”pigment-bloomed

[in] …”the seeing eye -------

. Resisting sight