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C.N.P Poetry 

  • Writer's pictureCathexis Northwest Press

God Speaks to Schizos

By: Jake Bailey

voice of God

drifts sideways, left

I’m left here, here

is a hovel of stone

alone, then bark, then

bite, night is nexus

mind flexes in flame

Freon pumping sound

in silence, silence

in the well

a cell owns you as much

as you

own it, the pit

in my teeth

underneath here, right

here, strip

down the fire, expire

only once

the brain is just

a silver tongue

with no head, dead


we’re inside

come and see

we’re inside


let us leave


Jake Bailey is a schiZotypal experientialist and host of Poetry and Pot. He has published or forthcoming work in Abstract Magazine, The American Journal of Poetry, Constellations, Diode Poetry Journal, Frontier Poetry, Guesthouse, Mid-American Review, Palette Poetry, PANK Magazine, Passages North, Storm Cellar, TAB: The Journal of Poetry & Poetics, Tar River Poetry, and elsewhere. Jake received his MA from Northwest Missouri State University and his MFA from Antioch University, Los Angeles. He is a former editor for Lunch Ticket, current reader for Grist: A Journal of the Literary Arts, and lives in Illinois with his wife and their three dogs. You can find him on Twitter and Instagram (@SaintJakeowitz) and at


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