​Catch-Out-The-Baintissery

By Caleb Merritt

There's an old scrap here, something like: “Other Directorial Starches”
No, “prison poems for LeA” no, “minor improvizzzations on sleep”
Nor, that, in, how routed, how zippy-filieu; Woh, how
the slow steps out in the grassy field at near-dawn are a welcome-present
in the field of scholarly examinations of that hand gesture you make: GRIEF.

​Have a toasty bun, what.

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"Ode to the Hydromedusa" and Other Works by Rosalie Moore

By Caleb Merritt

“I can see / How hard it is, how very hard it is / To live in this clp̶r̶imate."

That’s right! I am
the grasshopper’s butler,
the cricket’s side-hustle,
the moth’s nightmare,
the mare’s mare’s mare, I — 

ahem: a nine-cut(off-th’energy)

Aghast!
Ye haiku-sippers, ye Bullet-snorting depreciations of light,
ye Penny-less workeries, ye y’all haws
hate to see me coming; The Utterly Contemporary
makes me wrinkle up my nose,
even though I am a part of a them;
 
                 I am the leg,
                       the armpit hair,
                            the mole on the left thigh,
                                 the mastectomy scars,
                                     the inundated reflux of generous acid:

                                          I am a wagon of organs.

                                                An assumption of continuous syntax,
                                                   a deep, sincere apology
                                                      for everyone I became in something other
                                                        than the present.

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an erasure of my autism spectrum level one diagnosis report

By Caleb Merritt

Overture:

Caleb obtained an empirically based and theoretically designed behavior rating scale. Caleb said: “Yeah.”

Body Copy:

Caleb presented for testing appropriately groomed. Caleb’s natural setting was unusual in its intensity at times. Caleb was unusual in his intensity at times. Caleb was observed to engage in an odd posturing behavior. Caleb would fold his knees up to his chest and sit in his chair at an odd, chronological angle. Caleb provides a measure of severity in everyday social responsiveness. Caleb’s everyday severity in social responsiveness has natural settings and groomings. Caleb’s score is 94.
 
Caleb’s eye contact tended be rather unusually sustained at times. Caleb reported marginal eye volume. Caleb’s eyes reported odd, chronological severity. Caleb’s eye tone was observed to be moderate in conceptual difficulty. Caleb’s everyday eye volume would benefit from moderate impairment. Caleb’s eye obtained a contact score of 54.
 
Caleb was able to describe eye contact; however, when asked to describe emotions or to describe things, to describe eye volume or tone, or to describe intense chronologically impaired severity, he said “Yeah.” Caleb was observed to frequently begin sentences by saying, “Yeah,” while nodding his head. Caleb’s “Yeah” is exhibiting symptoms consistent with a score of 44.
 
Caleb was administered a friend, an acquaintance, and intense eye volume.
Caleb obtained but could not note the difference, nor any difference.
Caleb would benefit from conceptual, social, chronological, and practical skills, among others.

Data Collection:

​Caleb obtained an overall score of 4. Caleb is theoretically practical, moderately tonal, and inevitably chronological. Caleb and his scores are consistent with criteria for impaired age, limited language, and severe “Yeah.”

Diagnosis:

​Caleb falls in the measure of Very.
Caleb would also benefit from language impairment.

THE RESULTS OF THE TESTING SUGGEST THAT CALEB IS
THE RESULTS OF THE TESTING SUGGEST THAT CALEB IS
THE RESULTS OF THE TESTING SUGGEST THAT CALEB IS

confused or anxious
or happy, or confused, or concerned about routine and nonroutine
or confused about form and non-form
or when asked to describe how a diagnosis of “Yeah” felt
​he was observed to
                             frequently laugh.

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Alcoholics Synonymous

By Caleb Merritt

Anon: “Speed of living and the high of getting.” See,
My family has an addiction to the following things:
Likely some form of sugar; some protestant replacement
Of personal investigation; people invited over to our house
Say, "Thank you very much. I wonder if you could help
Me relax into yer way of being?" That said, I drove an Accord
Towards A Northerly Direction and was delighted by
The arc of time. Shut it, sour patchwork child, just some kid, really,
On the twitching run, on an obtuse, circumnavigational waltz into dusk.
​I was so bored. But I was so safe.

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an out of focus microscopic slide hydration as

a one percent increase of love

By Caleb Merritt

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“F — ” a sonnet

By Caleb Merritt

broh i tried

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​Caleb Merritt is an artist living and working in the Treasure Valley.