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The Children’s Crusade

May 10, 2012

Poetry Joshua Kryah

Childhood is a lie. Ask anyone. Floods appear

to make us thirsty. But floods do not exist......

Hallucinations Brought on by Inclement Weather

May 8, 2012

This township is buried in a fogged stupor, houses stair-stepped up and down wet paved streets. A township of hills that This Son and That Son ride their bicycles through, rampant with slick tires...

I WAS NOT EVEN BORN WHEN YOU TURNED ME INTO A BABY

May 8, 2012

I was a little glob of lush circumstance. You dressed me up in snow and holy emergency. I pointed at a record player and called it my father. I pointed at a harbor and called it my mother. But you...

I WAS NOT EVEN BORN WHEN YOUR FACE WAS LOOKING AT MINE

May 8, 2012

Here comes our conversation about ponies. Here comes you wielding the treatise on non-human ways of having feelings. Then those feelings used to make decisions. I have just decided to take up...

I WAS NOT EVEN BORN WHEN YOU STARTED PAYING GREAT ATTENTION

May 8, 2012

All of my insides have turned to lightning. My heart is a telephone. It is ringing music from the future all the time! It is making international calls in the middle of the night. You say I have big...

Altitude Sickness

May 8, 2012

It’s the difference between sinking and falling. The ocean floor lives on what sinks, but the fish that never naturally crest the surface could not even imagine falling, could not conceive of...