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“Where Do We Go Post-Sex and Death” – Poetry by Jessie Janeshek

Gypsy and Harlequin - Remedios Varo, 1947
Gypsy and Harlequin – Remedios Varo, 1947

“Where Do We Go Post-Sex and Death”  is but one of four impeccably surreal poems that Jessie Janeshek contributed to our Summer 2015 issue, now available via Amazon and Createspace, or at independent brick-and-mortar stores like Bluestockings and St. Mark’s Bookshop.

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    AFTER WE FALL                 from the nuclear playground
                                  the rental car
 
after we free up
        the haul that’s our brain?

 
Today we play singles w/a black dog
                a robot, a gunshot

 
nothing political, blue uniforms chic.
                Today we get hammered
                and after the father song
         bells and toy blocks.

 

It’s like someone cries in the woods
      that bird screams so loud
      It’s like the green worm
                  of the world falls on me

 

as we walk up and down
                this harlequin town
the color of our month is tangerine.

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jessie janeshek headshotJESSIE JANESHEK‘s first book of poems is Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010). An Assistant Professor of English and the Director of Writing at Bethany College, she holds a Ph.D. from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville and an M.F.A. from Emerson College. She co-edited the literary anthology Outscape: Writings on Fences and Frontiers (KWG Press, 2008).

“Spanish Donkey / Pear of Anguish” – Poetry by Jessie Janeshek

The Rotting Donkey - Salvador Dalí, 1928
The Rotting Donkey – Salvador Dalí, 1928

“Spanish Donkey / Pear of Anguish” is Jessie Janeshek at her flappiest– deliciously dark, sardonically surreal, twistedly sensual– and it’s merely one of four poems she contributed to our Summer 2015 issue, currently orderable online via Amazon and Createspace, or purchasable at independent brick-and-mortar stores like Bluestockings and St. Mark’s Bookshop.

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TEENY HUMILITY COMETH TO ROOST
and try on a red pleather miniskirt.
      Nothing elaborate in our small universe
                we don’t expect to feel better
        but we have a web presence
                and our hands smell like new pubes
                and yeast after sleep.

Witness humanity
   fixing our uterus
   our lagging muffler
                                when we give the dolls hooves
                                and make them little sweetmeats.
                                We lap the raccoon blood

 

when we break from the we voice
    our blue glands kitschy
our kidneys managed.

                            The purple star horse’s
                               charming joints creak.
                            He unfolds over us
                               cock unwieldy, piss-poor.

Then science gets interesting
    séances in jars.
We’re mad. I mean crazy
    though angry applies

                                our sex a systematic
                                   contagious compromise.
                                I rub your face off of
                                   the triple-braid bride’s.
                                I think I hear you coming
                                   but it’s just the sheepdog.

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jessie janeshek headshotJESSIE JANESHEK‘s first book of poems is Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010). An Assistant Professor of English and the Director of Writing at Bethany College, she holds a Ph.D. from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville and an M.F.A. from Emerson College. She co-edited the literary anthology Outscape: Writings on Fences and Frontiers (KWG Press, 2008).

“Summertime’s the Time for Torture / Time for Torture’s Summertime” – Poetry by Jessie Janeshek

Summer Play - Lee Krasner, 1962
Summer Play – Lee Krasner, 1962

That glisten you see on our face is only partly perspiration from the summer heat; it’s mostly from the joy we feel that we once again have the chance to share some wickedly spellbinding poetry by Jessie Janeshek. “Summertime’s the Time for Torture / Time for Torture’s Summertime” is just one of four poems she contributed to our Summer 2015 issue, currently orderable online via Amazon and Createspace. Or, if you live in the New York City area, you can pick up copies at independent brick-and-mortar stores like Bluestockings and St. Mark’s Bookshop.

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TAKE PLEASURE IN HUNGER
    these fat summer nights
          stretched out over Owl Lunch.

We’re glass figurines. We use autocorrect
      to tell fortunes, the glut.
Theft gives us pleasure, everyone drugged
mornings no better, slow monsters.

 
Is this a coffin or is it your bedroom?
          We box your left hand
          tie it with black ribbons.
Your doll has an orange topknot
          her period clear, totipotent.

      The computer’s delighted we’re members
      but the world stops when we leave
      the lipstick’s cap off.

 

Author’s acknowledgment: The phrase “slow monsters” is from a poem by one of my students, Julie Bromyard.

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jessie janeshek headshotJESSIE JANESHEK‘s first book of poems is Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010). An Assistant Professor of English and the Director of Writing at Bethany College, she holds a Ph.D. from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville and an M.F.A. from Emerson College. She co-edited the literary anthology Outscape: Writings on Fences and Frontiers (KWG Press, 2008).

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“Painstaking” – Poetry by Jessie Janeshek

Mermaid - Elisabeth Jerichau-Baumann, 1862 or 1873
Mermaid – Elisabeth Jerichau-Baumann, 1862 or 1873

Birds, bones, mermaids, brains in jars… these are all things we love to see in poetry, and they’re all here in “Painstaking,” one of the 5 Jessie Janeshek poems featured  in our Fall 2014 issue.

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   YOU SAY THE ONLY GOOD BIRD’S A DEAD BIRD
when Sunday’s are empty
and most girls crave a witness.

I fill the oven with muscle
   hope for a mermaid, a nursemaid
   to spread the stovetops with slop.
   I give myself leeway
   to leaning into bone
   on the outskirt of meaning.

You shove my head in the lake.
I let the algae dry on my face.
They gawk from the swanboat
as you ride my dark part
the brain in the jar
the key to keep
then I crawl in the treehole
cheeping to bleed.

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jessie janeshek headshotJESSIE JANESHEK‘s first book of poems is Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010). An Assistant Professor of English and the Director of Writing at Bethany College, she holds a Ph.D. from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville and an M.F.A. from Emerson College. She co-edited the literary anthology Outscape: Writings on Fences and Frontiers (KWG Press, 2008).

“Ode to Joy” – Poetry by Jessie Janeshek

Untitled (From An Ethnographic Museum) - Hannah Höch, 1929
Untitled (From An Ethnographic Museum) – Hannah Höch, 1929

Jessie Janeshek‘s transgressive yet playful style is in full effect in “Ode to Joy,” one of 5 poems she contributed to our Fall 2014 issue.

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IT’S DISINGENUOUS
to sleep through the day
when you’re riding a lamb-headed
totem through fireworks
scratching morality plays in the dirt.

So I eat the mercury
hang from black rings
beg you to circle my ankles in duct tape
bludgeon the megrim from me
with a jumprobe.

                            Whose hand slinks up
                            the cat puppet’s back
                            mouths my desire’s
                            too greedy, taboo?

                            Who shaves me bald as a child on the table
                            spreads my legs in the loft
                            satyrs my crotch full of sawdust
                            as you jerk the ladder away?

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jessie janeshek headshotJESSIE JANESHEK‘s first book of poems is Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010). An Assistant Professor of English and the Director of Writing at Bethany College, she holds a Ph.D. from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville and an M.F.A. from Emerson College. She co-edited the literary anthology Outscape: Writings on Fences and Frontiers (KWG Press, 2008).

“I Climb Down the Tree One-Handed and in Another Life” – Poetry by Jessie Janeshek

Autumn Trees: Chestnut Tree - Georgia O'Keeffe, 1924
Autumn Trees: Chestnut Tree – Georgia O’Keeffe, 1924

Dreamy, feral, and sensual, “I Climb Down the Tree One-Handed and in Another Life” is but one of 5 magical poems by Jessie Janeshek included in our Fall 2014 issue.

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I CLIMB DOWN THE TREE ONE-HANDED
AND IN ANOTHER LIFE

 

to varnish trains and paint a buck by number
my right eye twitching anthems
obsessed with melon braids.

Fucking left me empty
but I miss that icy month
handprints on my ass
pink stilettos under glass
and, afterwards, two capsules.

Third date I scaled the gate
slammed the Dodge into the slag heap
glowed in neon panties, my best paper bra.

 

The rain starts up again.
I scrub the wild dog yellow
name a concrete goddess
Our Mother of the Birdbath.

She says the world’s no worse here
it’s just I stay awake
half-cracked and waiting on the meat truck.

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jessie janeshek headshotJESSIE JANESHEK‘s first book of poems is Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010). An Assistant Professor of English and the Director of Writing at Bethany College, she holds a Ph.D. from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville and an M.F.A. from Emerson College. She co-edited the literary anthology Outscape: Writings on Fences and Frontiers (KWG Press, 2008).

“Piney and Buoyant, We Wave, Consecrate” – Poetry by Jessie Janeshek

Four Foxes - Franz Marc, 1913
Four Foxes – Franz Marc, 1913

“Piney and Buoyant, We Wave, Consecrate” gnaws like a painful memory, and slinks like a forest carnivore– and it’s merely one of the 5 beautifully wicked poems by Jessie Janeshek featured in our Fall 2014 issue.

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REMEMBER THE LAST NIGHT WE SAW THE FOXES
the herringbone hunter, incense and cups?

The freak accident killed two young ladies
small gobs of white
but you only bit one.

I swallowed allegiance, tried to decry
vomiting mothballs
the size of our crime.

Ours is the darkest
union, a lock.
My default is butchery.
Your faith tastes of bad milk.
I resist symmetry
let dogs lick it off.

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jessie janeshek headshotJESSIE JANESHEK‘s first book of poems is Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010). An Assistant Professor of English and the Director of Writing at Bethany College, she holds a Ph.D. from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville and an M.F.A. from Emerson College. She co-edited the literary anthology Outscape: Writings on Fences and Frontiers (KWG Press, 2008).

“This Is the Shaky Phase” – Poetry by Jessie Janeshek

Flying Fox - Vincent van Gogh, 1886
Flying Fox – Vincent van Gogh, 1886

Jessie Janeshek‘s poetry hums like a death rattle, haunts like hocus pocus, and dances like a pagan priestess. Check out “This Is the Shaky Phase” below, and if you dig that, you can read four more of Jessie’s poems in our Fall 2014 Issue, now on sale for $3US.

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I MAKE CRISES IN MY MOUTH
    harrowing the cat mask
 
lie down on the table
    jawing contemplate.

 
So you left him in the garden
                or maybe in a hot car.
    He could only come in rain
    jangling sharks’ teeth in my face.

Tomorrow I’ll leave hungry
    rummaging for arrows
    polka dot my toenails                        red under duress.

 
The pink velour is nothing
            but a snakecharm
            or a smokescreen.

                        Take the mask back off
                        bat wings at the window flapping thick
                        at the bright slam of the gate
                        my shadow’s chicken-shaped.

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jessie janeshek headshotJESSIE JANESHEK‘s first book of poems is Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010). An Assistant Professor of English and the Director of Writing at Bethany College, she holds a Ph.D. from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville and an M.F.A. from Emerson College. She co-edited the literary anthology Outscape: Writings on Fences and Frontiers (KWG Press, 2008).

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Our Fall 2014 issue is so wonderfully bizarre & freakishly beautiful it’ll make your cheeks quiver & explode. It begins with an Alternate Reality Game, ends with a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure, and in between there’s pink slime, raving gods, naked alligator rides, regurgitated Raymond Carver, a bunch more fiction that’s too bizarre to summarize here, and some phenomenal poetry. 

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including

“Human Child” – Brendan Byrne
“Blood Ties”Diana Clarke
“Map of the Twentieth Century”Samantha Duncan
“We Dream of Our Dead Pets”Carl Fuerst
“Friday Night, Saturday Morning”M.N. Hanson
“I Climb Down the Tree One-Handed and in Another Life,”
“Piney and Buoyant We Wave, Consecrate,”
“Ode to Joy,”
“Painstaking,” and
“This is the Shaky Phase”–  Jessie Janeshek
“Chicken Sandwich”Rebecca Ann Jordan
“Meeting”Jeff Laughlin
“Buried Treasure”Ashley Lister
“ARG”Anthony Michael Morena
“reflect / refract,”
“Pentacost,”
“them bones,”
“Year of the Horse,”
and “Street Music”Emily O’Neill
“Laundromat”Smith Smith
“The Hole”Samantha Eliot Stier
“We Call Her Mama”Natalia Theodoridou
“Cold Duck” – Joseph Tomaras
“Just Another Evening”Dusty Wallace