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.
Articles by Joseph Spece:
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