• Broadkill Review

Three poems by Cameron Morse


from stylus

writing utensil

once applied to wax

tablet incises

its blunt end rubs out

an endless erasure


Gary Snyder:

the human psyche remains at best a kind of Paleolithic thing


Electric fish jam each other’s

signals, mating calls

sing electric


When Dylan goes electric

the guitar vibrates

a frequency

of sex


The forensic scientist can’t quite make out

the letter tops of TATTLER

Will Graham’s home address


The foot soles of elephants

say hello in another

sensory domain


Other vocabs from Brett

Ratner’s Red


sundowner, chinwag, gumshoe


We cross the tracks

reminded of the cross

shale sliding us down

into the understory

of rusty thorns


a quantity possessing both

direction and magnitude

represented by an arrow

by a sere vine in sunlight


the shattered green

pieces of a toy

assault rifle


Dog collars tinkle

in the blinding

light paw

prints in the sidewalk

wet cement down

to the toenails

clickety-clack, moveable type


Woodsy interstice

train tracks

between the back

yards where

Theo forages a rail

road spike

a strikethrough



Every time we pass,

the same white cotton yellow

grass bird’s nest

Theo collects another plastic shard

of the pellet gun

as if gluing it back at home

resurrecting the original


Magnetic Moments

The Survivor Tree holds the sheet

on Enforceable Statements

to the refrigerator door

I’ll be glad to discuss this

with you as soon as

the arguing stops


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