Joseph Spece is founding editor and publisher at SHARKPACK Poetry Review, SPR Annual, and Fathom Books; he maintains a speculative column on animal being at Noble / Gas Qtrly. His first book of poems, Roads (Cherry Grove), appeared in 2013. His second volume of poems, Bad Zoo (Fathom Books), appears in 2018. He lives outside Boston, MA.
Articles by Joseph Spece:
We Queers - copper charm - a freak shark - at Garden’s blueblack teat
after mackerel - blind. Black - head in my beard and I - lime every - whitebelly - brought me a - artery - once more
So! This is New York - with sterling thoughts in him - dipping its tines in bright paint - sketching and sketching again - frill themselves - upsetting the vials of sperm - and my little dress would be quite dry was it me - was it me, ponderous, hot, leaking the acid spittle - knock at my nest now
O there is much to be disgusted by on the streets - searing love, solemn love that cuts the night into awful stone limbs, never marriage - grease gathers to a pool in the saucer - but then who would triumphant Moby be? - commerce, propriety, commerce, cosmetic beauty - curious, true attention