"LOSING TOUCH
The ceiling fan hums circles around the room. Cold
coffee slick on the rim of a cracked mug. All the love you
bombed. Planes bomb. Me too. Ash. Circle craters,
earth becomes moon." - Nix Carlson
Two Poems, by Nix Carlson
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"Welcome to the woolen nest of my heart… It turns out we are not alone… some higher life forms have returned." —Janae Mancheski dumbopress.com/poetry/110
"Syntax is a smart rendering of Paul’s enthusiasm for the arts that forces bookshop veterans not to grin in condescension but feel the reignition of a youthful fire that seems to fade and disappear altogether by middle age." —Parker Wilson dumbopress.com/essays/79
"I first met Lord Maddox in front
of a tobacconists in North London,
our pipes glowing in the disappearing light." —Colin James dumbopress.com/poetry/109
"I think I’ll head back inside and recommence chewing that giant hickory-smoked beef marrow bone I’ve been working on all afternoon." —Eli S. Evans dumbopress.com/flash/41
"I don't think the fire changed my approach to revising TIG, but every experience imprints itself on you in subtle, indirect, secret ways." —Kyle E. Miller dumbopress.com/essays/78
"little blue waves
crashing into each other
silently as their sound
was borrowed by the conch
up against my ear fish" —Thomas Friedle dumbopress.com/poetry/106
"I think we have to consider this real possibility: that feelings as experienced in dreams, feelings of joy, forgiveness, or hatred, have a greater purity as compared those same feelings experienced in waking life." —David Capps dumbopress.com/essays/77
"I pull my head from the original table I started at the previous evening and admire the puke-splatter painting on my Stüssy. No music. No people. No friends. Bright-ass lights." —Yes, @Sangriabearddumbopress.com/short-stories…
The Idiot's Garden by Kyle E. Miller (@templeoftheword) is out today! Grab yours at dumbopress.com.
"Though we labor with our minds, our grapes were picked by someone who works with his hands."