Eric Subpar
@ericsubpar.bsky.social
Poet from Washington State. Could talk all day about movies and the NBA. https://linktr.ee/ericsubpar Debut Novel GHOULS IN LOVE coming 2025 from Pig Roast Publishing.
for the afternoon/evening people: a great new poem from @ericsubpar.bsky.social
Z.H. (Burial Magazine)@burialmagazine.bsky.social · last yr.an honor to have the great @ericsubpar.bsky.social with a poem in burial mag. if you don’t know him already, you will. this is ‘cranking your hog’—yeah, haha, funny title. but seriously, read this poem. burialmagazine.neocities.org/crankingyour...
Caleb showed up and showed out 💪 18 PTS 4 3PM 6 REB 2 AST 1 STL
today we have a story by Eric Subpar @ericsubpar.bsky.social !! it's about a man that becomes more & more obsessed with a hockey team, while the rest of his life slowly dissolves read this story ! xraylitmag.com/the-last-gre...
THE LAST GREAT NORTH AMERICAN HOCKEY TEAM by Eric Subpar
I awake on a Saturday. It is my birthday. All my friends are here. My wife is telling me about the preseason. Kevin is still coming. Don’t blow out the candles until Kevin arrives. I won’t, dear. Her ...
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I’m taking the beginning of your novel and making it mine, I’ll make a few changes, enough to distract and no one will know that I’ve stolen it from you. But I’ll know, and I like to think, in some beautiful way, you’ll know too.
I have a new little piece up at Citywide Lunch about my psychedelic journey. It isn’t as stupid as it sounds, I hope.
“A Love As Big As the Whole of the World” by Eric Subpar.
The first time I did mushrooms, I watched a clipper ship roll through some umber autumnal cape covered bow to stern with a writhing layer of leeches that one by one fell into the water until the gl…
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Remember the guy who caught his girl cheating and tried to fight the dude but got punched so hard he pooped his pants?
sirr-ecords.bandcamp.com/album/field-... This is such a lovely little release. I adore how he devoted this album to his entire family. He conveys thankfulness in such a tender, affectionate way. Really beautiful. Thank you John.
Field House Five, by John Hudak
4 track album
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svbkvlt.bandcamp.com/album/fleurs... I legitimately have no idea what is going to happen from second to second, and I appreciate this level of mind-fuckery
Fleurs Mortes, by Nahash
10 track album
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i'm having a twin peaks experience #davidlynch #losthighwaymovie #criterioncollection #paulrudd #aliciasilverstone #clueless
I don't edit anything I just shoot my words out and let God sort them out
Stellar prose poetry. Major Jacques Vallee vibes. I’m partial to UFOs. I’m partial to UFO #15.
BRUISER@bruisermag.com · last yr.Mistaking a balloon for a UFO may indicate a true sighting is imminent, as if the balloon primed your mind and now you’re ready for something anomalous. OUR SOLEMNITY OVER EVERYTHING: UFOs #11-19 by @kylekouri.bsky.social www.bruisermag.com/kouri_ufo
This ain’t no PCP. It’s something else, said the boiling point between his temples. GHOSTS OVER OPEN WATER by @ericsubpar.bsky.social www.bruisermag.com/subpar_ghosts
I find it offensive that Laura Loomer shares the same name as the excellent My Bloody Valentine song from "Loveless." And, judging from the fact that she was born in 1993, two years after "Loveless", means that My Bloody Valentine has an excellent defamation case against her.
twin poems "Passenger" in @maudlinhouse.bsky.social (maudlinhouse.net/passenger/) "Kismet" in Eulogy Press (www.eulogy.press/kismet)
![Kismet by Eva Alter
“because a woman’s body
is a grave;”
Dedication to Hunger, Louise Glück
I learned how to do it at fourteen,
that brutal undoing
of desire— a violent purification
ritual, my own;
to rid myself of my person,
temporarily yet entirely
[to rid myself of my soul’s detritus]
that porcelain door going nowhere
but down down down.
I knew I was septic.
Knew my skin had been
made into rot
[knew I had to bear it anyway]
and decided to barter my fate
sacrificing myself to that chasm of
dreck.
Once became dozens became thousands
each time an unwitting move
in some cosmic chess match against
God’s magistrate;
total expiration the loser’s reward.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:igqpg4uo55sdarp6dgayy4iy/bafkreignlen5tee4mkblpzbigz6csxsjopatdbvkcw2kacjv3bzskgw7v4)
Been thinking about Mauvais Sang all day and now Modern Love is on the radio 💕
deathandleisure.bandcamp.com/album/songs-... 2025 is spoiling me with all this artistic quality, nicely counteracting the despair of the political space
Songs Of Love And Decay, by Broken English Club
14 track album
deathandleisure.bandcamp.com
I have a poem up on Don’t Submit. It’s the best poem I’m capable of writing so take that for what it is.
Of the Red of Hellfire by Eric Subpar – Do Not Submit
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Here’s a poem I wrote like 12 years ago about my son and me watching cows get butchered.
Mike Teavee
Perhaps this is the end of our broadcast day.
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My name is Eric Subpar. I write poems. Here’s one of them I’m proud of that got published in Hobart. Enjoy.
life is cheap ... by Eric Subpar
i am the king to be four men stand beside me arms interlocked my cabinet of ex-lovers and sad admissions we whistle akimbo dire songs of our cocks angel-hearted maniacal but oh so sorrowful...
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