by Sofía Masondo | Sep 21, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Time Travel Whilst the Kettle Is Boiling It is late at night and the kettle is boiling, a quire of steam fanning out in the white kitchen you are holding me as if I were your girl again you are speaking of how much you missed me. Late it is to be taking the outlines...
by Sofía Masondo | Sep 11, 2024 | Featured, More Word & Image
Nerve Music Sometimes I’m jittery like this jittering nervousness appears as a tremor from somewhere distant far away inside and I’m on edge but maybe on edge is advantageous where things happen the best location for seeing each peak...
by Sofía Masondo | Aug 31, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Interview Response after Yaël Farber Nothing I can tell you to answer your question — all I can muster is that it was that production of King Lear, Edgar emerging raw and fresh and naked from the storm, unrecognisable even to himself, his father blind and suicidal but...
by Sofía Masondo | Aug 30, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Small hours chat (after The Poet or Half-past Three by Marc Chagall 1911-12) O celebrated bard, you should know espresso mixed with drags of Gauloise won’t steady your head. Your pondweed face betrays chaos, lays bare a wretched heart, while cubist-dissected skin...
by Sofía Masondo | Aug 29, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Half Past Eleven Much like a burnt-out farmer flumping down upon his ache-allaying, tender bed past toiling in the unforgiving sun, Ma does the same when stove-led tasks are done, heat-pillaged, sapped, and flabby at the head, with arms full splayed. Throughout her...
