A radioactive wolf near Chernobyl
is now looking at your Instagram account. From Rune Kjær Rasmussen
For empires crumble as I’ve been told, and in the rib-caged wreckage of gray leviathans I may glimpse some hint of the blueprint of this shared corruption. I may come to comprehend why I could never mend my own desolation. I may erase my station. - From Christopher Scott Thompson
Read More“No cluttered shelves with hanging altar cloths will ever save us. Nor will any ancient yellow poster of some killer angel explain the stain of sin or let us in on the secret of how Christ forgave us and how at last our cause must win.”
Read MoreThe fisher king was never healed, they never meant for us to heal him. They only meant to conceal what we’d been fed, so they concealed him.
Read Morea poem from Rex Butters
Read More“This forest, or another forest - forests without end. As faith retreats and reason sleeps those times shall come again.”
Read MoreThe Spirit of the Depths had shown me how to awaken the dead,How to bring forth the lost memories of the dream world
Read More“But there is a king: his name is Lludd. They call him the Once and Future King.”
Read MoreBut with what desperation do we seek to deny the cycles of time! That it were not so is the dearest wish of humanity. Any catastrophe imaginable would be preferable to the secrets hidden in Troy Town.
Read More“The future will have a place for neither faith nor reason.”
Read MoreSaid 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.
Read MoreTo 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?
Read Morea poem from Twm Gwynne
Read MoreA poem about (sub)urban youth, political carelessness, contradictions and the criminal justice system. (From Rex Butters)
Read MoreThe crust peels back and all-women are looking into a burning pit of rage…
Read MoreIn an age where all our movements and words are tracked, and in which internet call-out culture and aggressive trolls make it difficult for any would-be dissident to express viewpoints that fall outside of party lines, it seems timely to be reminded of the poetry of Al-Andalus and in particular that of arguably its most saucey knave
Read MoreWe are never alone.And the darkness is not outside of us. Solitude is a gift only found in the endless soul of the ocean.
Read MoreA poem from Twm Gwynne
Read MoreA praise poem in the bardic tradition, in honor of a fallen warrior.
Read MoreA poem from Hunter Hall
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