quietly destructive things
is how i get fat and bad haircuts
is how bad men
“get” me
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Porch Sessions #3
StandardA number of various things today
watched a flower slowly bloom
from the front porch
it takes a long time
it’s still not done
i felt, once again,
the blooming of heartache
surround my lungs
and settle in.
It takes a long time
it’s still not done
Michele McDannold is the author of the chapbook Point of Departure from COCKLEBUR PRESS and Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.
Porch Sessions #2 (Survey)
Standardwhile thinking about all those suicidal adults and your own relative story
pause
for a moment
focus on the why
a 2 month old child
might be referred to
CPS.
an acronym meaning
fucked
from the get-go.
you think i sell them short?
i don’t.
some are mistaken
and some will
pull through anyway,
some
how
pull that focus back in
see the baby
cradle their head in your hands
check for head circumference.
do the eyes follow the light?
the sound of your voice?
when you stretch out those little legs,
how far do they go?
can you measure their weight
in your arms?
step onto the scale
& tell me.
check once,
twice,
three times…
this assessment will be over in approximately
90 minutes.
that’s really all the time we have
thank you for your input
Michele McDannold is the author of the chapbook Point of Departure from COCKLEBUR PRESS and Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.
porch sessions #1
Standardi am the tired of bones
tossed at sea &
washed up in a nether land
maybe you’ll find me &
maybe you won’t
that i thought you were looking
was probably my 1st mistake
i should find what makes for bones
or become an adornment
or a pulverized mix of things
meant for something special and mysterious…
like love
oh love
oblivious to coercion
does it wait on untended beaches
for washed-up things?
destiny is the trust of waves
and do you know what that looks like?
Michele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.
think you better slow your mustang down
Standardsometimes you just want a classic.
something that comes together so
easily
over italian
wine
& cheesy lovesongs
he’s worried about barbarianism
when all it was to do about–
he was hungry
in stillness, i
amplify
the quiet solitude of forgiveness
mother love let’s us get away
with so much
like a caveman
he orgasms all over himself
it’s all put together so well
work in time
to do nothing but stare at
the wall
do city buildings taste as different
as city people?
maybe it’s the green.
no time to myself to fuck my own ass
while i jack off. these are the
funny notes i adore
several days of masterbating
that glass like a tippy egg
you will never know the truth of it
crossings roadtrip
Gallerythe horror
Standardamerica, great again
he’s not afraid to say nigger
he’s not afraid to scream it out the window
across the lawn
and down the way
a serene landscape where no one flinches
he’s not afraid to yell it in front of the children
in front of his wife
in front of god almighty and country
knowing fuck-all what it says to the world
let alone, the internal
and still he’s spitting hate
like baseball players and chewing tobacco
like fathers beat their children out of duty
out of war-torn memories
collapsed mines
& a nickel in your bucket means anything
tonight your woman dies in a back alley abortion
& the angels rejoice
this is progress.
where you can buy your tiki torches
at the home depot,
armband of the disenfranchised
sold separately
somewhere
baby jesus is weeping
Michele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.
