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ASHLEY PARKER OWENS : TWO DREAMS

"I'm a sky watcher. I'm looking for aliens, but what I get from the experience of searching the sky is a rabid awe and excitement of something new, visitors from another realm. While the images I present are not meant to be aliens, I hope to capture the passion and seeking of the unknown. I have written about alien contact in poetry, and now I am attempting to create a non-word experience of the same. While the two might not match as far as content and storytelling, the itch inside me is satisfied in both cases. The images are digital collages created from parts of public domain images and altered in an image painting software program."

Ashley Parker Owens is a writer, poet, and artist living in Richmond, Kentucky, USA. She has two MFAs, one in visual arts (Rutgers), and one in creative writing (EKU). Reach her at parker.owens [at] gmail [dot] com. Other images can be seen at an online portfolio

DREAM ONE

DREAM TWO

“Dream One” + “Dream Two” are previously published in Fuck Art, Let’s Dance Issue #014

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Traveling pop-up bookstore seeks examples of Passion

Books & Shovels, a nonprofit traveling pop-up bookstore, has begun accepting book / zines / [ anything that exhibits passion ] donations once again! We distribute the materials we receive at a pay-what-you-can rate to rip monetary drive out of the throat of art, and promote Passionate Living > Making a Living.
We get dirty doing this jazz. We live out of the Books & Shovels vehicle, hitting open…
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Books & Shovels

Books & Shovels is a cross country pop-up bookstore that debuted at the 2014 NYC Poetry Festival. Founded under Nostrovia! Poetry’s umbrella, Books & Shovels toured from Manchester, New Hampshire, to Denver, Colorado, hitting open mics, slams, festivals, and street corners along the way.
We distributed poetry collections of all sorts, the hand bound and mass printed, zines and rags, paintings and…
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Merry New Year, 2014 was a long scab

DEATH IS A FARMER IN A DIRTY WIFE-BEATER AND TORN JEANS HIS (or her) SCYTCHE HAS MORE FUNCTIONS THAN EVAPORATING BREATH
Looking down at the paper I am writing upon I see dark planets circling the sun.
Took a stab at yolo was reincarnated
I’ve died twice today.
once with the Moon & once drunk in tree tops.
Day offered itself to me
Dripping sun-blood all over face Wipe blood from lip
Morning awaits…
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Mrs. Hat was a ghost that tortured me in Erie, P.A.

PLEASURE IS A GHOST SCREAM A woman in a black hat scared my girl friend awake & the dog outside screamed but there was no mutt. I thought I heard the tires being slashed again I did hear my depression giggle & serotinin masturbating in secret. The man who tried to kill me woke me up He wasn’t in town nor did he have my number sopping wet over a 5 o clock shadow publically executed one pube plucked…
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100 Acre Woods Creeping

These are my personal voices any may use them.
These are my personal songs any may sing them.
Let’s get lost in the 100 acre wood
Make love without touching each other
touching ourselves in front of each other feeling like pre-mature ejaculation
then shoving your tongue inside her because you don’t want to leave her unsatisfied.
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All babies are anarchists

THIS MANIFESTO IS SELF-DECLARING USELESS TO ANYONE EXCEPT MYSELF, AS TEXT WILL NOT ENLIGHTEN THE WAY EXPLORATION DOES.
We need to read poetry to lions to convince ourselves that our creativity can change the world. Everyone does at least a little bit of that. Anarchism is taking responsibility for who you are and what you believe in.
Your actions and memories are the composition of who you are.
W…
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Jeremiah Walton @ 2014 NYC Poetry Festival
All Babies Are AnarchistsI wrote over the course of a couple months. That was weird for me. I usually wrote my chapbooks by compiling my most recent poems, slapping a title on em, and conceiving them through the printer. It was weird in the way traditional publishing was for the first time. It was weird having someone else fondle them as they exited the…
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Alt Lit has strangled itself, I guess

The story of Alt Lit is the story of a literary community that was evolving in real time online. Like indie rock, properly defining “Alt Lit” is difficult, as the term’s true meaning kept changing as new writers appeared within the community, or as its contributors grew older, matured artistically and signed publishing deals with small or medium-sized presses. This is why, in appearance, the work…
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