Among Clouds of Dust, Only Mountains—a Garden Among mountains, a memory. A memory located near a blue horizon, just visible to her from within the painting where she sits in her black dress, hands folded in her lap, in the train compartment full of green light where she turns her head away from the window.… Continue reading ♣ Exquisite Corpse
Among Clouds of Dust, Only Mountains—a Garden We have dwelt here before, ὀποπάναξ in the dust, always obscuredyou wiped it from my eyelids with a fingertip roughed by salt and triggerthe Khyber Pass, Oberjoch, just beyond Klaipaida, Valhöll, we split openour mouths and taste spit, dust, iron, blood. The Shema and Ne’ilah. Ashes,soil, flesh, the… Continue reading ♦ Exquisite Corpse
Among Clouds of Dust, Only Mountains—a Garden You kneel in the damp soil of the kumara patch;catch a red breeze in your mouth.It races through your system & exits out the pores on the bottom of your feet.You see a statue of a human with a jellyfish for a head,a maze made of invisible blades,… Continue reading ♥ Exquisite Corpse
Among Clouds of Dust, Only Mountains—a Garden You could get used to itif you drink the air enoughdeep in the lungs like drowning in such airwitness or a vain pretense of ropedawdling from the fillet of your hand end rescued from the mountain flesh you used to eat. You’ve saved yourself, that is, inside the gardenwithout… Continue reading ♠ Exquisite Corpse
Special “exquisite corpse” issue featuring 4 collaborative poetry experiments by 28 new & acclaimed writers from New Zealand & across the world.