Let us all defile a common art, and take pleasure in the nausea of others. Let us each play the role of a sycophant and then gorge upon the disgust of the masses. ‘Where is the pleasure in conformity,’ so says the sultan of bad taste, ‘when we could be so much more?’ … Continue reading How to be a dandy in the age of mass culture
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE A FATHERLESS CHILD
Like a sacred exacter of justiceyou held me ass over knee;You, who were ravaged by the light.You, now no more than clay in my hand.An idol trembling, crushedunder the weight of its own falsehoods In this life we are granted but one body, one soul,one spirit, and one baptism.One God and one Father who is… Continue reading SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE A FATHERLESS CHILD
The Promenade (Revisited)
There is a relic drowned;A beach, some distant December.We go there in treacherous weatherWe go under foul circumstanceWe go half hoping the salt air will fill her lungsand bloom new life in her chest.She’d gasp and resurface from under the current,her thinner body would float to the topamongst the foam and the brine.She’d open her… Continue reading The Promenade (Revisited)
the prodigal poet returns…
Hello again. Apologies for my absence, I've been quite ill recently so I haven't been able to write as much as I'd like, but I'm slowly starting to get back into the swing of things. I have a new poem published today in Ink in Thirds Magazine, which is available to purchase here (and will… Continue reading the prodigal poet returns…
special announcement
Hi all, I’m very excited to announce that one of my poems will be featured in Black Spring Press’ Best New British and Irish poets anthology 2019-2021! Click here to preorder!
special announcement: launch event incoming
I'm really excited to announce that I will be reading a brand new poem virtually at the launch event of Eclipse Lit on May 22nd at 12 p.m. to 2 p.m. EST. This launch will also serve as a fundraiser for the Philadelphia chapter of The American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, AFSP. You can purchase… Continue reading special announcement: launch event incoming
wild horses
I used to sit cross-legged like a mysticwhile Nain braided my hair before school.Sometimes it would give her hell and she would struggle,but when she was finished, she would always tell methat my hair was thick like a horse’s tail.And I ran like a horse too,while I was still young and feral.My hair would flow… Continue reading wild horses
The Imperial Mammoth.
The imperial mammoth marches onwardswhile a million men set forth to the motherland.What a godless mother is she!The streets of gold are lined with vomit and democracy.The ant is thankless for the pleasure we bestowBut what is pleasure, if not merelythe absence of a boot? Break its bones andbomb its home, lest it starve in… Continue reading The Imperial Mammoth.
The rolling, driftless north.
Steel mills speak to mewith messages disguised in smoke.They bleed and wheeze before they retreatand surrender to a blanket of snow. They send men with tired eyesout to place bets on feral dogs.We begin and end in graveyards,and sink deeper into the beyond. Out here, on these great northern plainswhere the sky will always flee… Continue reading The rolling, driftless north.
Howl, Part II.
I saw the best minds of my generation,plagued by existential threat,forfeit their childhoodsto barterfor a dead planet. Who loned through publicity,and suffered slurring mediocrityand vexation.Dragging themselves throughthe ruins ofthe free love generation. Who howled on their kneesand bared their brainson the international stage,challenging the patience ofthe purgatoriedand the willfully disengaged. Who drank the tainted watersof… Continue reading Howl, Part II.
Wilderness and Womanhood; a Folklore review.
One of the most exciting releases of the year, Folklore is a glowing indication of the bright future of female-driven music.
Lola Stansbury-Jones 