They have bobbed-up belly-wise,
like fishes drawn out of water;
there’s a message in the white of their vacant eyes,
and we are left the riddle to decipher.
Weekly Feature | These corpses must speak their names, by Soonest Nathaniel
Weekly Feature | Sad Revolutionary Lullibies, a poem by Mbizo Chirasha
……..Sing songs of afghan circumcised, Damascus masturbating bullets Sing Belafonte Sing! Of revolutions that never crawled, sing! Lumumba, see …
Speak as the Tree | To Be the Tree of Ténéré, by Harsh Ramchandani
I was inspired to write this poem after reading Peter Wohlleben’s The Hidden Life of Trees. The book excellently brought to life the hidden processes trees use to stay alive. I felt The Tree of Ténéré, despite its quiet and solitary life, should once again be brought to life in a way that would reflect these processes.
