Joshua Copeland

Furnace

By Joshua Copeland We are hidden among you, Cloaked. There are many stars in the sky, most are ours. But you’d never know. We plot, we plan, we organize, we collude, we whisper. One day our rose will bloom: The apocalypse scribbled in red. When the thunderheads spit and slobber chaos and bile down on [...]

1Apr2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

Handcuffs

By Joshua Copeland This book The 120 Days of Sodom and a foreign movie by some dude Walerian Borowczyk (?) under my older brother’s bed while looking for my batting gloves I eat my green Jell-O and sit outside on the wooden porch swing to read the squeaking of the porch swing, kind of like [...]

8Mar2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

February 14th

By Joshua Copeland Again, the skyscrapers conspire against you, They bend and arch to shadow you from the blonde curlicues of sunlight, To keep you corralled in the night of metropolis. The pavement bangs back and forth, from sidewalk to sidewalk, So walking is hard, you and your stumbling gait. The sewers overflow and spill [...]

20Feb2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

X’s For Eyes

By Joshua Copeland A man, a thing—no face, just a living tuxedo and whetted canines —projected a film of the cosmos onto a bedroom window at night, a fireplace in a dark living room, and she, mater, flung a rock: shards of obsidian, fractions of spiral galaxies, pie slices of pink nebulae, and throat slits [...]

20Feb2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

The Devil’s Breath I Breathe

By Joshua Copeland Now, Left to languish in the Netherworld, Smashed by a surf of angry flame, The skeletal remains of many lie about, Some supine, some propped up, Some left to dangle in manacles, Shifting in the fiery wind Like black bone chimes, Like marionettes with a drunk handler. All coughed up and spit [...]

17Feb2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

The Mirror Replies

By Joshua Copeland The mirror stabs back, Reply and razor, That I am not the person I want to be. My reflection throttles, Branding my mouth a hushed O. The mirror reminisces of vibrant, Technicolor dreams Disintegrated into skeleton dust, Dust spinning in maelstroms, Dust coiling in cedar attics. The mirror projects a face that [...]

5Feb2010 | | 0 comments | Continued