Said the old beast to the young: Unless you make a hollow of yourself There will be no room for the gods to dwell inside of you.
To join our essence and consciousness with the world was once the common inheritance of humanity. Now, it can only be found in the hinterland, the lands beyond. Beyond techno-industrial society. For what is there to join with in concrete and steel?
(From Twm Gwynne)
A poem about (sub)urban youth, political carelessness, contradictions and the criminal justice system. (From Rex Butters)
"[T]he crust peels back and all-women are looking into a burning pit of rage." (From Judith O'Grady)
"to dispel some of the misconceptions that have been sold to us about Islamic civilization in general" (From Slippery Elm)
Druidly Love, From Judith O'Grady
A poem from Chloe Goodwin