SUBMISSION (6 pieces) – David Tomaloff (dtomaloff@gmail.com)

Erik,

Thank you for your kind invitation. I hope this makes sense. I have attached this document PLUS the two photographs referenced herein for your consideration.

If you like all six, I particularly like the way the photographs bookend the text. I am open to whatever you’d like to do, of course.

The only other concern I have is formatting. There is some odd stuff going on, and I don’t know how each site is geared for that kind of thing. I’m wondering if the poems might work best as screen captures. Your thoughts would be appreciated.

Thank you for your time, and I apologize if I’ve made this difficult in any way. I am honored to be invited.

Best,

David Tomaloff

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David Tomaloff builds things out of ampersands and light. His written works have appeared in several chapbooks, anthologies, and in fine publications such as Mud Luscious, Metazen, A-Minor, >kill author, PANK, and elimae. He is also co-author of the collaborative poetry collection YOU ARE JAGUAR, with Ryan W. Bradley (Artistically Declined Press, 2012). 

START PHOTOGRAPH (included in attachment): ERASER SPEAKS IN CLOCKWORK SPRINGS, LEAVES FOOTPRINTS WHERE ONCE TURNED STEADY HANDS

AMONG THE WOVEN LEAVES

mid swallow,
my sandpaper tongue;

oo()())(()())))(()()(()()00

how everything that slithers
has retreated
to the safety of last year’s den.

and we,
an off-white,

like the volume
of stars

;  read & then whispered,
like field language in the fall

PLYMOUTH ROCK (alt. remix)

an opening volley;
a dirge, usually reserved

                 for a burial at sea.

a kneecap drawn
into the throat
;  alas, groping for thinner air.

how such turbulence
this far below

is said almost never to exist.

CRYSTAL COLORLESS GAUZE

lots of pretty radi0           [s],
             everyone wondering

what it is they want.

the long,
low, white buildings—
{}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{}
{}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
where there is sugar
& water
,  the sea

is a perfectly    idiotic    idea.

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built from words found in WAYAWAY, Dorothy Cork (1972)

THE BUILDING OF A RIVER

a territory
beneath the skin

               ;  a rising motion,
               a crest of swallows.

if none of these things
is an answer,

then I am afraid
I have the questions all wrong.

END PHOTOGRAPH (included in attachment): MOSTLY WE BECOME THE RATTLE OF MACHINERY, THE STATIC &SEE-THROUGH SCENERY OF FURNITURE OR PASSING CARS