#17
three red flags, each winnowed
around multi-colored stones,
is how I’ve been hit,
how I’ve been gutted
#19
feet tap linoleum,
shadow-play rhythm;
not to be dogged,
nerves infra-reddened
#45
“in order to”
lose those blueberry shackles
“fight hegemony”
in moose-like context
I don’t know how to
#36
after all
everything
you’re still
thinking
ochre-tinted
#61
never you worry
honey
on the table
money
#91
“I have
eaten no
plums”
is what
I told
the trope-
police
#105
cut short,
pumpkin,
but that’s
alright, as
I feel cut
also, by
short kin,
smashed.
#162
no room for thought
glare on potted plants
flawlessly dumbstruck
#163
your face
beige wall
it’s pictured
not that I
can reach
#169
you’ll see
it’s urban
as grease,
breaths I
take in a
rush like
this, this
#170
éclairs conspire
all in a line
I’m hungry
for them to
be written
#200
my hands measure
hyena arousal
as my mouth laughs
my my
Adam Fieled
Adam Fieled is a poet, critic, and musician. He has released four albums, including two spoken word collections, “Raw Rainy Fog” (Radio Eris Records, 2002), and “Virtual Pinball/Madame Psychosis” (WSG Productions, 2006), edits the blog-journal PFS Post, and has work in or forthcoming in Dusie, Eratio, Mipoesias, Blazevox, Word For/Word, Rain Taxi, Ocho, Cake Train, Words Dance, Great Works, Cordite, and Nth Position. A magna cum laude graduate of the University of Pennsylvania, he also holds an MFA in poetry from New England College and is a University Fellow and PHD candidate at Temple University.