Carl Watson, Author at Sensitive Skin Magazine

Sensitive Skin Beer Virus Reading #12 – Suzi Kaplan Olmsted, Carl Watson, Arthur Nersesian

Carl Watson

Quarantine is effectively over (for now...) so this is the final Sensitive Skin Beer Virus Reading! We go out with a bang! This week features: - Suzie Kaplan Olmsted (5:40) - Carl Watson (23:40) - Arthur Nersesian (38:5...

the dead wife

Carl Watson

The dirt floor had to be leveled And all the stones raked out, Carried out in buckets and piled In the yard as ballast against The bowed foundation of the south wall. There were boulders and bluestone Slabs, some big ...

Meme Drift

Carl Watson

West Midtown, when empty, could seem like an ancient old growth forest formed of concrete, granite, iron and glass. And like such a forest it had a dual nature— peaceful yet simultaneously seething with hidden aggressive l...

Story

125th Street

Carl Watson

125th Street Once there was a Harlem of the mind, In a New York of green youth and mystery, Steaming manholes, fevered sleep, When I was a pilgrim without ambition. Characters with metal teeth and top hats, Sn...

Enjambment

Carl Watson

Enjambment Gravity made this planet, sucking in rock dust And gas, which, pressurized, went round. Reproduction is a gravitational force, too, Attraction packing bodies together. Regard the highway lead...

Love and Strangulation

Carl Watson

The philosophers of the old romances say, and many specialists today concur, that desire is nothing more than the result of a necessary and continuous projection of the self into others; an unattainable wholeness is represen...

Kiss of Kind

Carl Watson

Virtue and Fear Stare at each other in the mirror, They feed upon & tease each other Until neither one remembers what it used to be. That mirror’s name is Vanity, It can make a body live in harmony ...

Five years in Fleischmanns

Carl Watson

As some of you may or may not know, I have been trying to restore an old barn in the Catskills for several years. I had thought of writing funny little stories about my experiences but never produced anything. This year th...

Late Night Phone Call from the Used to Be

Carl Watson

An excerpt from backwards the drowned go dreaming People like to blame things—they like to pretend life is an accident, that it’s not their fault. But accidents can be intentional. We make ourselves magnets by o...

A Tale of an Affair

Carl Watson

An excerpt from Backwards the Drowned Go Dreaming now available at Amazon Sometimes the speed works for you. Sometimes you’re left behind. The latter is my usual state. It was the early 1980s, West Lakeview. Subtle ...