Mon Univers et ses Étrangetés Muriel Albert
La création est en soi un acte de transformation.
writing
Suite for Monk, a Triadic Played by Heller Levinson
memory snarled rhythms stored in stone, circling and twirling a
gathering of data raptorial fingers toolbox, of the soul aerial lift and poise
The Paleozoic Clock by Enrique de Santiago
With every sun 666 mistakes arise in the belly of the lunar word.
Recipes for Horizons by Enrique De Santiago
Each step collects behind you, the daffodils, that inevitably lose your mark, the one that wanders in the deep sands, that in the empire of shadows shelters you.
Shanta Lee, The Topography of One’s Body
What does it mean to have secrets as the topography of one’s body? It is true, not all secrets are created equal. Some add a sway to the hips while others…well…they are a poison that eat us from the inside out. I’m Tellin’ All unsaids, All secrets are not created equal. Some secrets kin with …
Four Poems by Heller Levinson
Heller Levinson lives in New York where he studies animal behavior. He has published in over a hundred journals and magazines. His publication, Smelling Mary (Howling Dog Press, 2008), was nominated for both the Pulitzer Prize and the Griffin Prize.
The Madness of Philosophers by Wouter Kusters
In his seminal work Madness in Civilisation the American sociologist Andrew Scull examines the way madness has been both an ineradicable aspect of any ordered human society, a haunting image of fear and terror, as well as a fascinating realm that inspires and attracts artists and thinkers. With the Greeks the Hippocratian tradition began, in which physicians …
Victoria Morrison, Seed Wisdom
Am I really here, watching the miracle of my fertile land or is it my mind that imitates to the dying man who escapes from the barren land
and look for the seed to save the world?
We Are The Land by Duncan N Pheasant
The land has spirit and we are the land…The rock pulses with energy and movement that we cannot detect…the rock sometimes shows himself and becomes recognizable like a face. The land is what we are, the land keeps us alive, the trees speak to each other about the land and share its nutrients, they live …