On the Matter of the Immaterial – A Figment of Thy Imagination
In thinking about that ghost language we seem to have been engaging in for a
poetry
Praise Be to the Rooster’s Stark Eye – Pina Piccolo
From the unpublished collection “Avatars from the Borderlands”. It shall all be recorded In
Be callous, grow a callus – Pina Piccolo
Be callous, grow a callus Forge a shield around your heart Don’t let those
COME ABBIAMO COSTRUITO LE NOSTRE CASE? / HOW DID WE BUILD OUR HOMES – Serhiy Zhadan
—Serhiy Zhadan, un estratto, tradotto dall’ucraino verso l’inglese da Virlana Tkacz e Wanda Phipps, e
The Hanged Woman Dispatches
Today as fate would have it the Major Arcana turned up The Hanged Woman card
In Praise Of Shape Shifters
In Praise Of Shapeshifters who know how to speak to the corn who court
Spring Taxonomy of Pain
A taxonomy of pain trailing the wake of otherness’ vessel unraveling its lines on
Scherzo (ma non troppo), a resuscitated old poem for IWD
Going through my papers, today I ran into a rusty, stapled trove of old poems
LET THE FOSSIL RECORD SHOW
Let the fossil record show that: We were enveloped by amber that fell in thick
“On the Tip of Her Voice a Library Alive” -Six poems by Gonca Özmen translated by Neil P. Doherty
Previously published in The Dreaming Machine n. 7, on 1 December 2020. Blackened Look