Wrong Heaven Again Basie Allen

Wrong Heaven Again Basie AllenRyan Eckes Wrong Heaven Again, says the rabbit to the real estate. The poem wont go away. You drive the car to work for an earth of its excrement. When the boss says flexibility, the grave keeps singing. The grave keeps singing, who built this city, that city? Who speaks for you when you speak? The latest apple ad says let loose. Okay. Light is a capital blown apart. No spoilers. You write your name down on the envelope and it disappears. We discuss

while tackling office design

We zien het begin graag pril

The result is Argento Series

Derek Walcott

chagrin into resplendence

The magazine built on transnational friendships

en zo krijgen de gewoonste dingen de ongewoonste proporties

and falling

and diasporic Black and brown people

and the letters Raworth sent to Edward Dorn in the spring of that year

This is a book of mourning

Inger Christensen (trans