Philip Byron Oakes

2014-01-11T03:57:00.048-06:00

Philip Byron Oakes is a poet living in Austin,Texas. His work has been published in numerousjournals, both in print and online. He is the authorof two volumes of poetry: Cactus Land (77 RogueLetters) 2009 and Sard (Otoliths) 2010.

Sard now available

2010-12-28T23:59:00.003-06:00

Sard is now available here.The review of Sard, written by Raymond Farr, can be found on gamma ways.

Do

2009-09-13T16:16:00.001-05:00

Blood pressure the children to behaveSubordinate a boarding pass go to jailFeel the pain with clean fingers, easily pointed in any direction you chooseFilibuster one last cry for help fromthe sole survivorAttend a meeting of the mind yourmanners of the masters of chiaroscuroNumb the intuitions of the hesitantkeeping time with manufacturedpremonitionsMock the premise of making peacewith the

Fathoms

2009-09-13T16:12:00.002-05:00

Smoke, as told in prose. Aqueous, the sound of a tree falling for the forest’s charms. A hand in the war footage dangling at the holster. Quiet’s doublespeak encrypting valentines. A thirst, as it backstrokes on fortunate riptides. Naked for the fashion show of gestures harvesting corn. Taking pause from the shelf life, lived in waiting for candor in the objects held dear. Twinkles in the hiccup

Outer Skirts

2009-08-18T20:18:00.006-05:00

Splicing of events growing frayed under a scrutiny of spindles. Peek-a-boo inretrospective indemnity. The glutinous remedies trickling, a parody of tears.The rudely hoisted land. Fish eyed mutineers, launching paper boatmanifestoes, a silk of sayonaras godspeeding a lonesome word from the front.A run on the banks of the river. The fauve gaze, a cryptic tide of newly dirtiedverbs, a plentitude of

Amerikan Polka

2009-08-18T20:15:00.004-05:00

Asthmatic rhetoric urbanely conquistador grating cheese. And then frogmenlegs like Betty Grable, mottled to complement the rajah of la-di-da, no longerclicky clacking their porcelain heels. It’s true. A bluster of belief in the city’sfaint odor of lizard droppings, wafting like a third world carnival ride, into theanticlimactic sphere of what’s left of Schenectady. An oncologist plotting thearc

Today

2009-07-16T20:25:00.005-05:00

Dead harlequins making wooden Indianssmile. Fortunes found in the architecture ofsmoke. I shutter the windows to think. Theclimate is such a tease. The colonization of along silence, captions and epithets, likepoodles escorted down a sidewalk losing sightof the road. The shadowy dance of gnomes, ina forest of concrete once rich with the howl ofwolves. Something out of the side of

Rule of Law

2009-07-11T21:35:00.003-05:00

stipulates bungled virginserect ironic curtainsjuxtaposed in arrearage apopulace imposesglimpses into a paintedmirror black thetaste of beans uncountedworthy to serve a minutewith a dollar to sparea frienda limb of lips stutteringcountdown to to fro foraging echoes traffic outthe dooris downthe hillock of hop to skipthe fireworksfor error's trialapplying ointmentto the physics of the dayjake saw

Cover

2009-07-02T21:24:00.004-05:00

Naked leprechauns making news in the world of basketball. The speedof light in a school zone. The crux of parallels, illustrating a crossroadsat the blind school for those deafened by a belief in noise. Silhouettedcertainties stepping out of range, of the voyeur's shot in the dark nightof faces grown pumpkinesque with shadow. The reluctant reliance onlugubrious overtones to laugh. A

Interview in What to Wear during an Orange Alert?

2009-05-27T19:38:00.004-05:00

My recent interview in What to Wear During an Orange Alert?

Cactus Land now available

2009-02-10T15:13:00.006-06:00

Philip Byron Oakes, together with the sporadically phantom staff of 77 Rogue Letters, announces the release of his first volume of poetry, Cactus Land: containing works previously seen only in Cricket Online Review, Euphemism, Glitter Pony, Hamilton Stone Review, Horse Less Review, My Name is Mud, Otoliths, Sawbuck, Switchback, Taiga and zafusy, together with a number of hitherto unpublished