GUEST EDITOR GABRIEL GUDDING ~THE STRANGE CALL
VOLUME 19, ISSUE 3 ISSN 1543-6063


an Iowa boy massive                                  


an Iowa boy massive
drizzling down

 

oh and forgotten

 

unfurled, robeless

the world’s appliances

humming in hours

 

typeface of fog :: please wrists

an overpass lit by border homes

 

photographer suckling stork,

 

the legions

 

 

 

 

 

dente means                                          poem  (ate pie)                        

 

dente means                                          poem  (ate pie)            

teeth                                                                       how does a  degradation

                                                                hefty apparatus

 

She took a mantle)                                                                                               (the army corp of engineers)

her deceased

(Is mother                                                                              hardback)

fire tugs a good sign)                                                                                          (these

(a mirror,                                                                                transcriptions

spats

(we kicked)                                                                                            (show me to useful)

of

a candle, a chandelier                                                          (a yellow

(the pill in                                                              two)                                                        in the ravines)

become)

(her the

                                                                Carver’s (blood

a wick                                                                                     (three prongs)

(wounded jute)                                                                                     envy is not working

constant grief snaps                                                                            swamp into 

(she dreamt that)                                                                                  (stories poseiden’s trident had                                                                         (two days)

curtains would make)

on top of me                                                                                          (i have various

discovered                                            the bed

melancholy

blood in a good dress                                                         (choose                  he

book off                                 meds while sitting)

                                                turn a river

ice creams)

the crevices                                                                           it’s boundaries)

Randall
Williams

Randall Williams is a freelance reporter, anti-war activist and member of the Lucifer Poetics Group. He lives in Hillsborough, N.C. His articles, poems and literary reviews have appeared or are forthcoming in McSweeney's, Salon, The Independent, Word /for Word, Displayer and Gut Cult. Since 2001, he has taught journalism and creative writing in the Office of Continuing Studies at Duke University. Junk Horse Press published his two chapbooks Empire and 40 Days in 2003 and 2004. His most recent news article dealt with the U.S. Army's tactic of landing Blackhawk helicopters outside high schools as a recruitment strategy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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