The Portable Boog Reader 13/A.L. Nielsen
3. Owl Eyes Infant eyes you are in my own wise Owl eyed you blows who you is All eyes look out to see Freedom come freely...
The Portable Boog Reader 13/ Katy Lederer
Light from the sunlight, a raw sunlight. The appearance of continuum. The lines and composition in the poem of our suffering. Our bodies came from minimum, from troubled, trebled solar ...
The Portable Boog Reader 13/ Brenda Iijima
Brenda Iijima (https://twodollarradio.com/products/shelter-is-necessary-for-existence) is a poet, novelist, playwright, choreographer, and visual artist. She is the author of nine books of poetry. Her second novel, Shelter is Necessary for Existence, is forthcoming...
The Portable Boog Reader 13/ Katy Bohinc
That Kind of RichFor all the Ghosts Bitch,I didn’t get where I am by listening(you think they said“yea, go be a poet”) “Listen to memy wicked guidanceabout how to be rich!”fuck your tiny...
The Portable Boog Reader 13/ Alan Semerdjian
The Crush There is this tense love, this dense text of time we’re in the state of. That is to say, all that we once knew and knew well is...
The Portable Boog Reader 13/ Steph Gray
Seeking a sieve in a seam,where the bit of the truth that was a lie slipped through early, like on a 4:45 slip out the door when they were at...
The Portable Boog Reader 13/ Johannes Göransson
Adoration of InflationThere are no people insidethis hotel except those who can makea certain kind of music with their eyesshut and my motherwho is not a person anymorebut who can...
The Portable Boog Reader 13/ Brian Ember
High School Chorus — First Period Why would anyone conduct a high school choir? Children are born in song, their feet, dirty and scuffed with the grime of melodies, mumbled...
The Portable Boog Reader 13/ Buck Downs
hot chip with organs 1. you should want to win the prize even if you don’t want the prize you win you should want to win even if you...
The Portable Boog Reader 13/ Trane DeVore
2 January, 2024when I put my face in the cassette tapeit rolls me through like komo-rebi.I walk through my face, the sound of my face. a drift of leaves like yesterday’s earthquake, I...