Tag Archives: Alan Catlin

Insomnia

After frozen pipes have burst, chilled water comes in torrents through cracks in the ceiling sliding over thick layers of patterned wallpapers, drooping yellowed flowers hang down like a wet clinging gauze mask covering your face Alan Catlin has published … Continue reading

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Phase

Starting at the back of night they crawled forward chanting all the names for death they could pronounce within a single phase of a constantly changing moon Alan Catlin has published dozens of chapbooks and full-length books. His most recent … Continue reading

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Family Life

Refrigerator doors are closed coffins containing spare bones of all those empty houses once lived in during better, festive years blood relations remained nearby forever Alan Catlin has published dozens of chapbooks and full-length books. His most recent full-length book … Continue reading

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The Terminal Man

Stand back when he speaks, he carries the plague of voices. Beware, if he should lay a hand upon you, there is no cure for being touched. Sleep in rows with others, solitary sleeping encourages speaking out in tongues. Avoid … Continue reading

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Phase

Starting at the back of night they crawled forward chanting all the names for death they could pronounce within a single phase of a constantly changing moon Alan Catlin has been publishing for five decades. His most recent full-length book … Continue reading

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Ice Men

Children build them by rolling snow into large round balls that nest one upon the next, solidified by a fine glaze of ice, you can see them everywhere leaning a little to one side awkward and out of sorts embarrassed, … Continue reading

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Autumn

Feel them pressing their thumbs against your lips, attempting to leave an impression, feel them stealing your breath, the cold air from your lungs, everything is absence, you can hear them scraping ice from your windshield with their long thin … Continue reading

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