I was put into a rare recovery position (the shape of bog people in loose rope) My niece sings a song under her fleece He only had to peep in, to peep in, but he still couldn’t do it I hand her two lions to put in her cheeks, purple and yellow There’s too much […]
poetry review
Salisbury Prison, 31 December 1966
extract from My Life as Robert Gabriel Mugabe by Comrade Diogenes Junk The Settlers can give you your old life back, it is what they deal in – the past. They are experts in subverting all other action to this single cause. They are witches trading in the spells of the past. A past where […]
Tofu Synecdoche
translated by Jae Kim Where does the desert come blowing from Everyone’s lying down. Only Tobi and Cogi, they’re walking Tobi and Cogi throw up at the desert’s end Pretty but nuts. Holding Tobi and Cogi’s wrists those young ladies of sleep followed. In the hospital room and in the hallway, they make a small […]