Lewis LaCook – Poems. Prose. Sound.

Music from December 2021

Much improvisation, seeking a tonal center. The road down https://jawawarhol.bandcamp.com/track/the-road-down Winter solstice in the anthropocene https://jawawarhol.bandcamp.com/track/winter-solstice-in-the-anthropopcene Whenever you chime in…

Vrooman rd

You make me lay downIn a clean bedOn the lights onAcross the house And through the woodsI cradle my cheek…

Lotus-eater

Pleased to share that I have a poem, The Bee Movie, in the current issue of Lotus-eater! Thanks to editors…

Supply chains

There were birds somewhere. He could hear them but in all the trees he had no idea where they were…

October red

We call ourselves military might inIt could be said the porousCharacters of history in droves The doves drive cars The…

Script

The past is a kind of fiction. There is nowhere for water. For an abecedary wants channels and through those…

A jar is a helpless portion

When rain helpless in portion and co-habitatedBy muscle-memory the ghawazi evaporatesA guest who is always just entering the roomWhen charred…

The vigil with the shore

The guitars crash into the shoreWe’re breaking out of hereLetters grey behind smokeChar grass into paths loosen Ton on it…