October 13, 2022
Elapsed Time, or How a Drag Racer Lives or Dies
by Christian Anton Gerard
The empty by the pedal’s the one that got me
going like a wolf post-equinox.
Torque’s one force. Blood’s another.
Vogue dishevelment’s the company I keep.
Black coffee. Cowboy killers... read more >
Learning to Pray
by Christian Anton Gerard
In the beginning is the beginning again. The always
word beginning with its thick root beg—to beg is how
I began using my hands on a steering wheel, held up
to my face like I was trying to hide something, but that’s
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Broken Down
by Christian Anton Gerard
Thing about waiting on someone’s that you think real hard
on what it means to make yourself an equal opposite
reaction to an action ain’t been actioned yet.
I seen Mars so many nights this summer I think... read more >
For Sale: Two Channel Stereo and Turntable
by Christian Anton Gerard
These days I start writing you and the keys
are more a piano than a typewriter.
One record. Two sides. One needle. Two sides.
Volume depends. Like how I sometimes...
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Filled my gloves with glass shards
by Christian Anton Gerard
because if I can’t pick my fights, I can prick my skin and see
who stays for what’s in me. I can’t be less than dual four-barrels
wide open each Saturday night. I’ve tried. I’ve tried still....
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