This poem, “B O B to Laura Palmer” by @KMenacing from @WaxwingMag 18. “Dragged up just above the surface of an algoid body of water, the slivery blackness consumes the sloped flesh and slicks into placenta. Who eats who and what happens?”
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So happy to announce that @dlseuss's "four-legged girl" in Italian translation is coming soon. Thank you to Diane for the trust and love. Thank you to Adelaide Basile for being my translating partner-in-crime. Thank you to Ensemble Edizioni, my publisher. #DianeSeuss#HerKind
"How many rounds of
how could you do this to me?
can I traverse, in blindfolded travels of
pain, of pain, before I lose my mind?
Not many more. I have to learn to
disdain hope, dispense with its sickness
of seductions: there is no you."
Tomorrow will be the release of the Fall 2021 Edition of Menacing Hedge. We really want to do a Ten-Year Anniversary reading and rent a theater for the event. Everyone who wants to read can read - either live or by Zoom on a big screen. @MenacingHedge
"I run my
tongue over your lips to seize new
words. My throat has an upholstered
constellation of slings for weapons
now. The gift is all
mine".
@alessandrabava@MenacingHedge
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"After his shower, he wrote something on
the bathroom mirror.
Now I know I’m going to have to beg for it.
The sheets of this bed. They have me figured out.
Make sure you open my mouth
and look all the way down before you leave.
You won’t believe what you see"
-Ann Pedone
It has been a bleak Covid summer. We cancelled the summer edition of Menacing Hedge, but all of the writers so graciously allowed their work to be in the Fall Edition, which will go forward. Thank you so much and so sorry. Summer was our ten year anniversary. @MenacingHedge
"I look at the
imprint of that life, the early mornings, or
late nights in motels, eating with a line of
men all of us laughing, none of them asking
why are you out here, little girl, driving in the dark
on the freeway" - from Spring I, by @bloomersea@MenacingHedge
"I want to brag that he does not burn toast in the office toaster. That with him, I don't need glasses. I go to him with my naked eye. In fact, I want to say that the glasses no longer work at all, and that I am seeing death tolls on the television again". @justinecteu
"You present yourself over the threshold (let us imagine) like a dissident and her happiness sounds like a muffled strangulation (we imagine, further). You are like a grenade in her life, thrown from a distance". *Michelle Reale @MenacingHedge