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.