“Did you wash your hands?” she asked me again. I knew I couldn’t touch her face until I did. “I did,” I told her. “You know you have to scrub for at least twenty seconds for it to actually kill all the germs,” she said. This was before the Virus moment when the rest ofContinue reading “Latest from Book of Love: “Happy Birthday 2X””
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Latest from Book of Love: “I Like Your Edge”
“I like your edge,” she told me in a certain way with a certain look. It was during my poetry open mic heyday when my readings attempted to convey some kinduv inner blade. Quick, precise and metal forged, splitting vulnerable solids apart, always on the verge of drawing blood, shining as it swiped.
Latest from Book of Love: “Your Dead Scorpion”
Baby, I love how you have a dead scorpion on your pillow it’s my favorite thing about you I like to watch it decompose together rotting claws stinger mush exoskeleton odors once formidable killer of small insects now shrinking into a sheet stain right where your head’s supposta sleep I admire your half-smile as pincersContinue reading “Latest from Book of Love: “Your Dead Scorpion””
Latest from Book of Love: “Panties ‘n Dog”
Her body hasn’t been here for awhile, but her panties still are. Somewhere over on the other side of the room. The dog is still here too. She’ll grab the panties in her mouth and bring them over to my side of the room. We’ll be watching a show or something together, and I’ll lookContinue reading “Latest from Book of Love: “Panties ‘n Dog””
Latest from Book of Love: “MEN DON’T”
“MEN, DON’T write about women undressing anymore,” a woman on Twitter said. I didn’t know her. It was just retweeted into my feed. But she seemed like an agent or editor or someone with some influence in the literary world. And it made me think of all the women I’d written about undressing. Exes StrippersContinue reading “Latest from Book of Love: “MEN DON’T””
Latest from Book of Love: “Full Potential”
I was in New York City. Place of overcrowding, and cynicism, and stink. The largest city in America. It was the night before a friend’s wedding, and I had time to kill, and the only thing I could think to do was go to this bar to find a Boulder poet girl’s long lost father.Continue reading “Latest from Book of Love: “Full Potential””
Latest from Book of Love: “The Energy Healer and the Drunk Carpenter”
For a while I was going to see this energy healer. Every time I had a big performance I’d go get a healing from her, so I’d be at my best. She’d lay me down on her table and put her hands in my aura and try to get my chakras spinning in the rightContinue reading “Latest from Book of Love: “The Energy Healer and the Drunk Carpenter””
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Latest from Book of Writing: “Jonathan’s Lines Are Very… Intense”
During the summers when I was a kid my parents would put me in art camp. You’d go to some professional artist’s studio and draw pictures for a few hours a day for a week while the artist would sometimes look over at you and nod. When people are kids it’s easier to understand thatContinue reading “Latest from Book of Writing: “Jonathan’s Lines Are Very… Intense””
Latest from Book of Writing: “Publish My C**k”
In college I hadn’t gotten into poetry readings yet. I was more about short stories and playwriting back then, and sharing them in the workshops was enough for me. But I did go to a student poetry reading once, and the one thing I can still remember about it was a guy reading a poemContinue reading “Latest from Book of Writing: “Publish My C**k””
Jonathan Bluebird Montgomery 