Log 178 By Godric By Tommy Coyote Published Issue 107, November 2022 Bricks for eyes, Lining a gaze without swallowing mine Hooked itself up and caught with time. Whatever needs to be However trembled or forged beneath, I lean now easy easy easy into the Leap. Fear, I fear still with a few seats Not …
Log 168 By Godric By Tommy Coyoté Published Issue 102, June 2022 Thrown as Alice! Caught as land Memory sent his ships Pain, her plans. Here shadows warm And all the Nights moons sang Chaperoning our dances to Screen Trot til’ the Meat Rot Conception of Mother Image! Attain! Attain! Attain! Then Hercules calls, Finding …
Log 164 By Godric By Tommy Coyote Published Issue 101, May 2022 Firmly I feel away from you. U who speak death and knead it. Elders-of-Pain sniffling & shipwrecked Toters of shame, Boasting wildly from that nothing within Wettin’ themselves wearing its skin We, chicken-wired fire Gold-booted and arranged Melting in the belly of our …
Log 158 By Godric By Tommy Coyote Published Issue 099, March 2022 How-2 pitch pain! Cornered as eyes Bitten as rain. Turning out lights Per memory, Our store of shame. I’ve borne witness Tossed flame Consulted fates And right on time, Alone again. If I start to admit it Plunge tears in rice Won’t I …
Log 155 By Godric By Tommy Coyote Published Issue 098, February 2022 Penciled in stars A yellow pie in the sky Three clouds and a half Promise sticked the windows. Windows big as the world Footnotes thicker than curls Lessons in lines Fertile, steep, canine. Coloring my chest Back, around then up again. Mercy! The …
Godric By Tommy Coyote Published Issue 096, December 2021 The only thing I’m good at is piecing together story. Bridging gaps in my own life to connect others which I feel is the only thing that nudges my heart. Language. For mutants. Check out more of GODRIC’s work — (@GODRINATI): INSTAGRAM, PINTEREST, TUMBLR, FACEBOOK, TWITTER & …
LOG 151 By Godric Photo By Tommy Coyote Published Issue 095, November 2021 My EP out first painting on The Wall. Bony black egg, Dipped in adamantium Like a B.A.P.S. wig. Omari said THE FUTURE IS FUSION What a bar code. No one knows how good Gaga goes with queso Or a night shift, Where …