The people who became us lived under oaks. / In the canopy two rat snakes were in love, / spending their days in a warm caduceus.
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Read MoreTish Turl and Adam Turl, Born Again Labor Tract 49: The Strong Images Flew Away - mixed-media collage and painting, digital prints, marker, ink, wig hair, graphite, Post-It notes, coffee, glitter, stickers, cotton and ash on salvaged "thrift store painting" (2026)
The Strong Images Flew Away
Don’t bury your images in the yard. / You’re supposed to starve the faeries, / mow down grave mushrooms, / take off your Scotch bonnet and / burn your scalp with moonlight.
Read MoreSelling Out
If you held to your guns you’d still have guns. / Mean like Lenin without the mean, wrap / yourself in Jacobin bylines like a letter jacket, / forget the golden rules.
Read MoreCruelty
Don’t worry. / Don’t hesitate. / You are good. / You are righteous. / And righteous goodness / can never be cruel.
Read MoreLetter to the Young Queers from Someone who Accidentally Got Old
One day I woke up / and somebody called me “elder,” / and I almost checked my pulse. / Then I remembered— / queer years run on dog-time.
Read MoreHiding in the Closet of the Abandoned K-Mart
You’ve been hiding in the closet / of the abandoned K-Mart. / You’ve become a pastor to pigeons
nestled in trusses and rafters. / They coo to your sermons of / plentiful seed and a multiverse of millet.
Tish Turl and Adam Turl, Born Again Labor Tract 45: You Grew Up in a Forest - mixed-media collage and painting, digital prints, acrylic, marker, ink, coffee, post-it notes, stickers, wig hair, glitter, cotton and ash on stretched canvas, 60 x 48 inches (2025)
Am I Still from This Town? A Multiple-Choice Test
1. The first thing you smell when you hit Main Street is: A. Burnt oil and fryer smoke. B. The ghost of the factory, coughing in the dust. C. Your own nerves. D. All of the above.
Read MoreHospitality Engine
Naugahyde seats crackle and groan under my knees, / sounds like taking shoes off at the end of the night, / when I remember that the first computer / was a woman named Ada Lovelace / who worked from home, mailing numbers to a Difference Engine
Read MoreKCHUNK vs. The Bop Bags
We walk in the firelight of foreclosed homes, / smoke thick as the ink of old contracts,
Read MoreImmortality Beaver
“Sorry, can I have a Woody Burger with cheese and a medium vanilla Chipper Chilly Chompachino?”
Read MoreBurnt Offerings
After a few cycles, the clicking ceases / The diagnosis / Determines what a disease is / Until you die, gnosis ----------- is only a thesis
Read MoreIf Venus Were the Moon
If Venus were the moon / your voice would still / smell like gunpowder
Read MoreHigh Up on the Hill
there’ll be snow on the tombstones, / snow and something else / soon enough
Read MoreFuneral Oration
And these, / throwers of caution to wind / are guardians of fire; / the living; / marching shoulder to shoulder with death, / ahead of death, / still living even after with death. / And forever with the name / with which they lived. / Since decay / passes beneath the tall horizon of their memory, / hunched and shamefaced.
Read MoreThe Wars Beneath
the wars that bind your plowshares to the capital of others /the wars that take you / the wars that break you / the wars that make you/ a little bit less / a little bit at a time
Read MoreA Million Miles
I see it in the folds of your hyacinth mouth / I hear it in the splintered syllables of your culling tongue / I’ll carry you with rough hands / across the waters / into nothing
Read MoreThus Feet Firmly Planted on the Earth
Ungrateful of their blessing, They were. / And the hands insulted, humanity they cursed. / Since their rightful place, was not crossed on chest, / in bowed servitude. / … And the fall began.
Read MoreArtists for Mutually Assured Destruction
Here’s a shit in Warsaw, / flying the Polish flag, / the German in Bonn. / In Lyon the Tricolor / sticks up from the dump.
Read MoreSomeday Massacre
I’m almost positive that / I’m dying. / Don’t laugh. It’s not a joke. / I haven’t told my wife yet / and I expect, / at your age, / you should be able to keep a secret.
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