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Tag Archives: J. R. Pearson
“Careful What You Do with Death & Frayed Bow Strings” or Sonnet Found in the Deceased’s Pocket After Terminal Interrogation & Read Outside the UN
Said voices bricked in behind the wall found him on two fluid knees. Tried to hold a hymn in his throat the pitch of tuning forks toned to 99 blown out whispers. We all know what happens when eggs ride … Continue reading
Church Committee Findings in Completely Erasable Ink & Mantras Sung Upside-Down While the Bastinado Slings its Sweet Revenge
Said call it bruised sky slapped on the night’s open face. El slips down in a streak of light sewn beneath the eye. Silent hands behind the first rib & eyes sharp as sunlight strained thru a cracked window. Handfuls … Continue reading
Lashbrook’s Unsworn Testimony with One Hand on His Gun & the Other Caught in Time & Space or Sights Seen Thru a Coma of a Half-Eared Sonnet
It’s all predicated on him: blind herder of fireflies & emperor to the army of bees. Knew there were keys hidden in oblique places. Out every window just beyond reach. Underneath the tongue of an honest liar. Dead center in … Continue reading
Abramson’s Coal-Mine Canaries in C-Minor & Operation Midnight Climax at Hotel Pennsylvania in a Spread-Eagle Manhattan Night
Ever heard a scream hit a man right between the eyes? Blizzard in one ear, lava out the other? He held long as he could before giving in to the white-hot irons pounding in his pupil. Swore his brain was … Continue reading
Interview with Sid Gottlieb at Deep Creek Lake or a Spiked Bottle of Cointreau & Cosmos Carried in a Mouthful of Clenched Teeth
No wind in his mouth, heartbeat’s breath in his ears. Said he felt salt-weaved thunder hammering flesh into string. “If it flys it’s lighter than air, your body chant-changed to feathers by fingertips in the left-handed dark. Let’s smoke shadows … Continue reading