October 2, 2017

Into every life, a bit of noir must fall. And if it doesn’t, maybe you are not just having enough fun.   Supernoir, Jessie Janeshek’s latest chapbook is homage to noir in all of its vagaries.  The cover photo, platinum blonde, Sixties-style, with the length of a silver...

April 8, 2017

Barge music. Shush, war chalet

            terrarium cages, lamb ears.

Pink panties cry rage                my doppelganger

            wheeling a baby....

April 8, 2017

I can only get noir in the summer                    skull high-heeled

            a souvenir parasoled                blood on my hands...

April 2, 2017

            the making and searing

the first memory          deer crosses                 glowworms      paranoia...

March 4, 2017

There’s lie in believe                                        a mid-sized suitcase...

January 12, 2017

You in the dark room.              You’re the only one

            I show my childhood bangs to

this hot breeze             these porcelain bears...

December 31, 2016

Take the L to Union Square

            code mottled and nuanced       the sun setting at seven

when you’re having an affair.

            Gentrification permits anonymity...

November 14, 2016

Bloodsucker bugs in the side room

            w/ a bumblebee puppet           wasps and no batteries

a stuffed rabbit on skates.

                        I just breathed a k...

September 22, 2016

Say we have tomorrow                         the bare trappings of narrative

            the last pack of cigarettes                    traditionally reckl...

August 25, 2016

It’s a tight circle                                               a strange deviation...

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