Fading Transmissions
Drifting into pseudo space, you count imaginary miles falling past your vessel in their artificial multitudes. Volunteered to exile, you reach out across the simulated
Humans
Shadowlosses
I don’t have more free time. I have felt burnt out, compelled to refrain from complaining about doing schoolwork, about loss of income, about living
Whaling Away
In the name of progress we pour your honeyed ichor down the jagged throats of our unquenchable machines, launching broken vessels to coax you from
Unlocking Letters
Reams of dead letters hide correspondence beneath purposeful cuts and folds; the contents of their written past locked tight behind the paper-thin veneer of this
Ancient Shell Sounds
Abandoned at the mouth of your shelter you quivered apprehensively at our approach, crying out to be held as we proclaimed the exception of your
Driving into the Dreamtime: An Interview with Donald Beagle
In a change to the usual format of this blog, this post features a longform interview with the poet and scholar Donald Beagle, whose recent
Wild Offerings
Torn from the sky we clipped your wings to buy safe passage; broken bodies lovingly preserved with a tenderness denied in flight. We stole shadows
An Outbreak of Flooding
Struggling beneath the weight of accumulation you buckle in the rains; a surplus of backwash baptising you with the filthy discharge of a thousand vanquished
Lost in the Glow
Breaking free from sandy beds you race towards the water’s edge; lunar compass perfectly attuned to the faintest glimmer of starry nights, and the worlds
Unearthing the Clay House
These ancient frozen soils supress secluded secrets, our speculative stratigraphy too coarse to expose the folly of your foundation; panning for timelines that slip through