“An adventure plunging into a luscious thicket, appearing to some as a spaceship, others an old locomotive, others a party of explorers on foot, yet others an incredible caterpillar with hares’ legs kicking in all directions amidst an echinoderm’s spines and gently waving tubules, is the vehicle called surrealism.”—Mattias Forshage
“It is only through the re-establishment of a concrete relation between the language of things and the language of man that we can hope to find any sort of real revolutionary experience in the world, or any totality of existence.”—Kate Khatib
In good grief, the boys made of stone stare upward. Closest to noon. Into the sun. What do they see?
The sun a set of gears inflamed, swollen in turns of decaying cataracts drumming with the traffic.
Soon join the tendrils of storm clouds the buildings attempts to wipe away with unfurled finger-spires.
Next the waves of sliver pigeons, splashing feathers, waiting to feed upon the tears of rats chanting to the sky.
Hours will go by with the children ready to howl. Their knees have been weathered away to pebbles.
A city will collapse into their heads as a single iron spike. It will dig into the earth. Break layers of crust. Sing verse.
Bio: Isabalino A. Guzman is a poet/student from Brooklyn, New York. His publication history includes: The Same Magazne, Symmetry Pebbles, Inclement Poetry, and Blanket Stories (an anthology published by Ragged Sky Press).
At the very moment the book is dematerializing, it is becoming more embodied than ever, the book celebrating the fetishization of the book’s bookishness: design, layout, texture, smell, borderlands. [[there.]]Ever since the codex took over from th…
Quarrelling rolls of rampaging skin curse into spasms of the upper lip and slice muscular frowns at putrid angles. The gush of liquid flesh kicks every surface vein - ready to burst, ready to shout, ready to kill. Teeth chatter into smithereens and carcass snarls scream, taunt and stab in a wail of electric sight. Spring loaded eyes swim with bloody vigour in their frantic measure of patience and threaten to tear a hole in the horizon.