Mother Tongue
byby Jana Astanov Was she the goddess of hell,some geomancyinvoked by boulders to birthher fertile soils’ rotational epochsblack gold thenraised from the prehistoric ashes?…
by Jana Astanov Was she the goddess of hell,some geomancyinvoked by boulders to birthher fertile soils’ rotational epochsblack gold thenraised from the prehistoric ashes?…
by Jana Astanov nightlyshe’s the gardenof flashing eyesthe honeyed dew of the female organum her sex she’s a bird of paradiseher writing her nestwhere…
by Shanice Ariel Who Will Save The Children Sun burns as the ashes peel off. There is a heavy weight in our bodies as we…
by Jana Astanov the literary womanhoodand the rhetoric of historiographytravel in my back pocketlike a bunny that hopsbetween the coffee shops of Amsterdam, French…
by Jana Astanov Let me tell you about my Amsterdam Moonyou have to taste ityou have to have a bite of itthen let it…
by The Source aka Sofy YuditskayaA compilation of new and old poems read as one I have flown over America in the middle of…
To honour our place within the Solar System, on the Spaceship Earth, and to integrate the occult transmissions of the artists and poets we will open the event with the mystic ritual by Arantxa Araujo and close our virtual circle with the poetry of Sofy Yuditskaya who will transmit from the Desert Temple at the Sunset.
by Sophie Strand The Coppiced Heart Mist-polished oak stumps, wet yellow, freshlybeheaded, inspires me to press my own chest: the place in me that has…