New Texas

Fuck It All

Fuck It All

by Ben Crawford Bomb the shithole countries, Fine by me, I would sign off, Remember Philly, maybe the Alleghenies My ancestors patented the Caddo Cough, Blame the British for money and soot. So with mustard and nukes, don’t pussyf We pay to watch commies fight, Try our best at destabilizing bravado. I see no reason,Read more about Fuck It All[...]

We Grew Up

We Grew Up

by Ben Chambers I grew up on Saturday cartoons and cereal, After He-Man, we played basketball at school. You grew up with breakfast immaterial, Lacking nutrition, 6’2”, 4.6 40, chiseled. I grew up on parents’ upon grandparents’ love That continued as I aged, adulted, faltered. You grew up under a lawman’s brandishing Judge’s barrel decisionsRead more about We Grew Up[...]

Women Dancers

Women Dancers

  by Ben Crawford I recoil from women, Whose hips move, I freeze looking At their movements Bare feet that Speak new languages, I am slower with one She intimidates These muscles and A mind, offbeat, Understanding less Than a French accent, A Spanish heart, Stiff English, American solitude.

Thicker Blood

Thicker Blood

by Ben Crawford Marty etched on the underside, Lifted, exalted, and cheered. Friends drinking the thicker liquid In steins Hung above bartops grimy Acid dripping From the cirrhosis compacting Yesterday’s intake. The brotherhood that exits neon Arrives pale-shaded Wives’ gloom storm the fortress Filed fingernails A head smacking on the bathroom floor Sirens slur. CarsRead more about Thicker Blood[...]