Barton Smock

poem by Barton Smock

~ on video my cousin is singing a song she’s learned by heart. she’s maybe four. I don’t know where to begin. this pond behind her, perhaps? that in my memory is the size of a fire pit. or maybe, here, in the d... Read more

poem by Barton Smock

(i) I ain’t been talked to in so long my wife’s kid thinks I have amnesia. ain’t been touched since Ohio’s ramshackle symbolism swallowed up some organ donor’s shadow. I went yesterday to a ... Read more

poem by Barton Smock

~~~~~ every stick I throw a ghost of my grandfather’s wand--- I don’t throw many it is not a sight to see not some cow nudging awake the weakest deer not pipe tobacco, not smoke, not that spider ... Read more