Hypnos / Dark Labour / Buzzards / 1995

Hypnos There are red shutters on the curve  of his past collisions – I don’t know what he’s doing, the agitated consistency, the cleft uncollected; I wake up and the first thing I do is remember the accidental atrophy of his arm multiplying its weight across the side of my body – whole dandelions of…

Publication Update | 3

Four pieces of mine are soon to be published within the upcoming months…   “Capote” and“Unknown Things” – North of Oxford – TBP on November 15th   “From Your Feet” – Pamplemousse at Northern Vermont University – TBP in their next Issue (Vol. 4, No. 2)   “Fourteen Different Sighs” – Breadcrumbs Magazine in Brooklyn -TBP this December as Breadcrumb #444

Fourteen Different Sighs

There were fourteen different sighs in my vocabulary, he said, ten times a week. Ten times fourteen is one hundred and forty, and one plus four is five – and five is one of five numbers that doesn’t make me nauseous, like dirty four. How he’d say the number arbitrarily just to watch one of…

From Your Feet

invade me with your hot mouth risen from your feet / a fire of bread / harvesting double legs coals of your pelvis a lesson, aroma, father / Flour subdued swelling / Grainy arms I hunger to eat the morning that flares from your body dawn disrupts me when you are near / the science…

Capote / Unknown Things

Capote I live in venerable skin of temple, fermented and collapsing,  damned and haunted by the eradication of how all at once  you existed  alabaster emblem coughing and leaving earthquakes  along the potholes and sidewalk weeds, you snuff the paparazzi,   pelicans and pecans invading chin and belly – a bellow  of monologue stampeding the…

Poem of the Month | October

A Darkness in Heat   See me – a pasture of dry gold, wilde howling fire, sticky in cinder and smoked with honey melted prints imprinted to my posture and when arranged right – come alive, can be dangerous, prints can become words served up in antiquated teapots and a lost dream like the eves…

Poem of the Month | August

Whose Hustle I look like the homeless, in Grateful Dead in unbrushed, in dingy coffee mug and the same native man makes five trips around the block selling silver and onyx, peeking in store windows, asking me if I’m interested I can respect the hussle, but dont make me yell at you about my fucking…

Poem of the Month | May

Rubble Girl   I had written this somewhere, on a napkin I think   “I am the underground”, I say, as I am rubble, as I forget to mention that I detonate into existence to a whistle of bats, the rev of my mutation, I upgrade,   Pick myself up every day, meet my barrier,…

Black Brooklyn, Bad Baby

The cover for my upcoming book. So excited and relieved to have this chapbook completed! As of now, there is no official release date as I am currently working on submissions. However, an ebook will be available in the coming weeks. For now, you can sample some of the books poems at the following link!…

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Black Brooklyn, Baby Baby – Sample Poems © 2018 Seneca Basoalto  senecabasoalto.com  All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law or for critical articles and reviews.  For permissions contact: senecabasoalto@outlook.com  Cover design by Seneca Basoalto – formatted…