by Sofía Masondo | Aug 7, 2024 | Word & Image
What’s In The Basket? (drawing text) I. What? I ask my self … Will I find the peace I so desire, the healing? (4 Jl 2021) II. No-one may see what is in that tightly woven basket – perhaps it is the moon, or perhaps ‘tis nothing (14 Mr 2021) III. Through the...
by Sofía Masondo | Jul 31, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
The Abbot of Kosljun Monastery Considers the Cyclopean Lamb He suppresses a shudder as he summons the brothers from the library; shows how extensive are notes they will take of the specimen the farmers brought to the island that morning, their...
by Sofía Masondo | Jul 30, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Travel essentials A rucksack isn’t a kitchen dresser, or a view, or a whirl of Christmas Market cinnamon, sweet almonds, or the comfort of the bells of Beata Maria leading safe home through the restless stammer of a lonely night; a rucksack...
by Sofía Masondo | Jul 29, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Water Damage Noted 06/24 An old lady enters, soak-dizzy, puts her returned book on the trolley. She’d not bothered to carry it in her bag, barely shielded it with her coat. The pages are wobbled, warped, thin skin wrinkling in fast-forward. Yes,...
by Sofía Masondo | Jul 28, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Should You Wish to Imagine Poetry in Ventricular Ectopy False starts, I’m aching to roll with you, though you catch me stumbling off beat latches, stomatic downturns spoken improvised snatches of punk, hybrid bongo systole, freeze-frame lunar...
