Marion Deal: One Mask and Then Another
Photo: Joanna C. Valente

Photo: Joanna C. Valente

Source Code for Pretty Girl Working Le Bon Marché Latter Half of 19th Century


Shave stomachs

craft <—> efficiency

water-tight loping

of prose exported shodden

ever-more departmental


I know

the way

of world



I know

the way

of chains

like these


Looms assumed majority

long marching regression

– linear, collective, a model as it ought –

and here I am

all loony to cock trigger of

Roman nose

and call it coinage


You know/are Them

They lope in assaults

Characteristic movement?

Placement of pulmonary deficiencies.

the thrive is “tactics of smelted chancellors”

(&: other breeds of iron)

the supplicate is “to crowd-song”

treat blistered hands:

with one more drop of oil

bought by barricades, segregated lunch break


We t(o/w)o may be set free

and you may call yourself

Messiah albeit localized

consumed anew in the proper spelling

of an even thread

to regulate your language when you request

the shroud made just for you

in a night grown towards tendencies of

Thalia, mass production, female persuasion


A species all its own

it seems

one mask

and then:



Marion Deal chases ghosts across the globe: to the mountains of China as a student of kung fu, to Paris to commiserate with what remains of Jim Morrison, soon to a monastery in Nepal and the University of Rochester to unite academia and Buddhist thought in research on the nature of the conscious self.  A chapbook of hers, Cool Talks, Dead I Guess, is forthcoming from Bone and Ink Press.  Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in literary journals such as The RumpusThe Seventh Quarry (UK), Chaleur MagazineDream Pop Journal, and Gravel, among others, and have been nationally recognized by the Alliance for Young Artists and Writers and the National YoungArts Foundation.  She has performed her work in French, Italian, and English at venues from a Shandong Province mountain range to the Baryshnikov Arts Center, and is a proud poetry whore at Le Bordel de la Poésie.