Category: The Metaphysics Before Us

  • To erase all sound…by G. Mramor

    The girls are crying on the seaboard. They swing from ropes and bash into boards, their small fat breasts half bare, clawing at their throats. The water cuts black and makes no sound. Behind the hill across the way the sun sets a waving dread behind Saint Stephen’s stand. The clouds are still, whole bodies…

  • ‘along the happenstance of thought’ by phillipe chatelain

    ‘along the happenstance of thought’ by phillipe chatelain

    along the happenstance of thought do thoughts drown while asleep like a shark in place! the light doesn’t reach them completely. they float

  • Submission- Re: Gallows by N Marata

    Submission- Re: Gallows by N Marata

    To think of surgical gallows Through broken garden paths Like a stubborn tulip Who loved the moon instead   Frayed, I go and leap Through noxious sewer-creeks “Plop!” go the stepping-stones As my father did before   Sprint past the torn meadow Through fallen trunks and shoots And fading past The hymns he used to…

  • On the morning of oblivion…by G. Mramor

    On the morning of oblivion…by G. Mramor

    On the morning of oblivion I rise with the mourning star. I move through the crowds and let our shoulders bump, our hands touch, our eyes wonder. In the park light dazzles children climbing hills, dashing fields, running the jungle gyms lords of all.  And in the cafes hairy legs and summer dresses, grizzly beards…

  • Where roots spread into oblivions…by G. Mramor

    Where roots spread into oblivions…by G. Mramor

    Where roots spread into oblivions,