Tag: Poetry

“Out Goes the Blot,” new poetry for Bad Survivalist by David Kruger

I sit at the free clinic like a tailor stitchinga hidden nest in a jacket. After the hat wagafter the chromatichandkerchief I pukeas rainbowafter the scruff of white under-fuzzto rabbit a glove,the doves get out. I imagine my veins as birds in the rafters.I imagine my veins as after-magic,akimbo, still sparkling but unattended. Somewhere a…
Original Fiction for Bad Survivalist: “A Hunger Boy” by Blake Planty

Simon weasels his way out of every trap I set. I dirtied my paws a long time ago, getting my face right into the putrid filth of his scheming little plans. I wanted to snatch his body. A conniving genius—Simon kissed me flat on the lips—and I said absolutely nothing in his wake. I was…
Three Poems for Bad Survivalist by Clare Hogan

Going, Going It was an act of love to go for the throat, blood slipping out, making of the neck an hourglass. Then stillness. There was a dog. A precise lunge, its mouth opening to let the death out. Death sliding, with the teeth, into the slack flesh of a deer. Now that deer’s slung…
Katie Willingham: Two Poems for Bad Survivalist

What we eat in my dreams is always the forbidden: bread and more bread, a failure of imagination. We are not calling it the long emergency, but we are not not calling it that. Is this like the first silence that fell between Adam and Eve?: what needed to be named, what shook with…
Four Poems by Jessie Janeshek

A Winter Weather Event I’m home to being the worst girl on earthbinge-eating almonds but Carole Lombard is still an absurdistso I start the purple volume again.I wait for the Las Vegas plane crash/blue talkand it’s important to exerciseeven if you’ve got nothing to saylong walks in the snow/everyone knows this is nowhereyour pink hair…
“To Be in a Time of Extinction,” prose poetry by Violet Mitchell

—after Etel Adnan To find a list with macaws, to read of the eastern cougar, to try to imagine the sound of its growl, to set down the list and your diet cola, to check the time, to check the calendar, to find a pen, to write a grocery list, to forget detergent, to…
Bad Survivalist Poetry: “Self Portrait, Australia” by Annie Hulkower

You could bounce a quarter off the soles ofmy feet, thanks to a lengthy study in not wearingshoes, this keeps me moving across the outback.I smell like: hard muscles, desolation,am swift like a mammal. If you peeledthem back, you’d see somethingelse snaked through my plantar facea—it’s what keeps me moving. These days, it seems my…
Bad Survivalist Poetry: “A Suitable Piece of Real Estate (As You Like It)” by W.E. Pierce

By the pine gapin these woods is a green doorinto the code We find it onan early walk after coffee(imported unimportant)The air is cold but the door steamswarm to the touch though we don’t touchIt hums Someone runs the numberson this thing that hasn’t happened to us yet(the insects halve and halve and halve and halve…
“Mud Witch,” an incantation for Haunted Passages by Michael Sikkema

this pit’s everything a mouth of sky Mud Witch dreams me in her teeth it all vibrates wrong when the pain stops this pit’s everything gathers worms moles beetles so I don’t starve I cup mud it all started with the sinkholes we lost the whole golf course Mud Witch grabs the rope over my…