Alex Wennerberg (2016)

(Originally released by Bottlecap Press, now out of print)


snow like little milk wings

music on a small speaker

the cleanest mind i've ever seen

the strongest twig i've ever seen, haha

you sing on a big stage

when i was ten i played violin

in this friendly bed i talk to ghosts

i wave a flag of dust,


24 karats of ash

i'm in love with a blue fish

a blue so deep it could save you

& here we are

sad eyes pointing

mere white air

can you believe this


fingers watertwirling,


moving like a black shoe

folded (not coddled)

i saw a chocolate bar in

half i swim in pools of liquid

gold and it's ok that we can't

talk because when we are

together we don't riot inside

i feel like you've been here before, in fact you know it

we roll down a hill without trying

our hands dissolve into tiny crystals

poem 1

there is harm between our fingers

& i sewed a sweater out of harm

(harm harm harm harm harm)

i put my eyelids on fire

cold towel; steel wool

small broken house board drifting

eggshell white,

covered in snot,


i want to never die

whats wrong why don't you talk

noggin tips:

(quiet addict)

kiss my specky eyes

i know exactly what i want

this is new territory

can we do it without touching my hair

i'm sorry things got all mangled

palmful of ash

river rocks

when you cry i cry

there's no one down here

too good to be true



by an



it's so weird to push

i crack a bottle in my


like ice

i wipe my blue



soft like with a


i just wanna say

i feel you

at least a little bit

i've never felt as home as in these socks

white hairs



my carrot


like little stars

i hold your



in them

faded a light pink

lightless room



tied up

in a pink little bow

cook your tiny thoughts & know your


there's no one coming for you

(and yet,

this place is not as

cruel as you think)

magic poem / price of progress

handful of death,

scrubbed away,

& we kissed

i am very tired

finger trap

pull the pin out of my mouth

tell me what to do next

i can't talk myself out of this one

we were getting too close

strangers gathered on a small towel

no fences

one million miles of



completely free red moon

so soft and sticky when you tear it apart

a thick jacket

keeps my shoulders from the cold

to see yourself as a person

i sew my cuts with an icicle

you compose a little smile

i can move the whole ocean

lightning cannot stop me

not ice but something stronger, less cold

picking bleeding flies out of molasses

its time to change the bandage on your nose

we're creating our new little home together

it's funny how you can live through anything

eyelash soup

tell me even the



i won't listen

handling raw soap

with gloves on

i squeeze my knuckles

right out of my hands

themed prom

red milk

without caution

am i being the best me that i can be?

dye a hero dye a hero

why can't i do this for you

i've never eaten; i've

only been sucking on rocks,

please forgive me

bad tree poem

bad tree

rough tree

bad tree

i am afraid of everything

despite everything i can't stop trying

your eyes are empty

your hands are cold

rollerblading on a blue


i'm sliding

down a mountain

the friendly

sun is shining

again anyway

as if with a pulse

if not then what?

it's all a big dumb mystery

like pushing my thumb into soft clay

waterfalls of fire / waterfalls of ice

i eat green peas with a fork

i feel like it shouldn't be this easy


ketchup fingers

free your tigers

what are you afraid of

what are you afraid of

what are you afraid of

i write my feelings sincere

i feel it is 1997 & the rain is doing its 1997 rain

beige computers

future skeletons

save yourself

you tiny bringer of trees you

terrifying accident of nature

you loved them in spite of

how really strange it all was

i know it's your first time here but the only rule is not to kill anything, not to kill even the smallest part of anything

there's nothing beautiful here

go home


"hello" originally appeared in Pajama Party Zine.

"i feel like you've been here before, in fact you know it" originally appeared in fog.

"i know it's your first time here but the only rule is not to kill anything, not to kill even the smallest part of anything" originally appeared in Truman State University's The Monitor.

"poem 1" and "what's wrong why don't you talk" originally appeared in Prelude.

"& here we are" originally appeared in Potluck.

"cold towel; steel wool" originally appeared in The Moon Zine.

"themed prom" and "amberstuck" originally appeared in Wu-Wei Fashion Mag.