Member since April 13, 2009 | 6,674 Readings |
Luke Bloomfield has poems in Invisible Ear and Glitterpony, and forthcoming in Sir!. He lives in Northampton, MA, teaches comp at UMass Amherst, and co-edits the online literary journal notnostrums.
Warlord Subway Jam
There’s nothing I want more / than to rip pink apples / to give to a sick squid / glued to the rind of Hoboken / the leopard barge spurts…
Little Mexican Girls
Little Mexican girls have found me. / They throw away their dolls and jog in circles around me. / They laugh in a disconcerting dialect. / Their…
They don’t know they’re bathing. They’re vegetables on a table. The nudes are combing their hair. This is a self portrait of a bathtub. The boy…
THE SON OF JOHNS
Johns is squarish but his son is oblong. Neither are mournful. Neither mock the other. When his son says “door,” he means “where is the newspaper?”…
The New Funambule
The green suit is for the red chair / / The horse hair hat is for the pitcher of lemonade / / The dead sparrow is for the ball of string / …
Subscribed by Luke Bloomfield
Who died and made you
I’m sorry that the pencil I gave you // to write out the list of how the day had wronged you / had a lead so soft it collapsed into the page / …
You skip enough stones the pond becomes a pile of stones. / // That’s the hovercraft we don’t see. / That’s the divine bannister. / / The…
If I ever calm down for a moment,remind me about the terrible world.Many times I thought, oh, I can’t take it,I’m brokenhearted, and went home and…
I saw Rich become a stranger and was thankful / I saw Haley sleep before travel and was thankful / I saw Elena sew the seams and was thankful / I…
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