This is a screen-printed broadside of my poem, "Terrible Deer," designed and printed by Denny Schmickle. The poem was originally published in LIT as indicated in the first image here, but the word Lit was removed in the final printing. We printed editions of 30, all signed and numbered by the both of us. Black and glow ink (the second image is what the broadside looks like in the dark).
They cost $50. I am planning on selling a few of them at upcoming readings, though if you would like to purchase one directly from me, I'll ship it to you free of charge. Email me. Ok?
I'm always reluctant to put my poems on my blog, but in this case it seems appropriate. Here's the poem on the broadside:
I am in a hospital bed when I feel an overwhelming pain in my stomach. I am sure I am going to die if I don’t get any help. Nurse! Nurse! I yell, but no nurse comes. There are no signs of any nurses. There are no signs of any other patients. There are no signs that electricity has been invented. There is no glass in the windows. I get up from the bed and walk slowly out into the corridor. Some papers are swept up in a breeze across the floor. Someone please help me! My water broke! My pleas echo in the cold expanse. And then it finally happens. The terrible deer that has been clawing and biting at my insides for years crashes out of me and spills onto the tiles. It then quickly leaps into the night through the window. I can hear it dash through the bushes. I can hear it splash into the ocean. I can hear it tear at the air in the sky. It is the world’s problem now.