Carol D’Souza

That sail on the horizon was always

going to be a shroud, o good people

The emperor in a further coup

managed to trade his clothes


Follow the Ms

Maluku, Manchester, Massachusetts

Muting mechanistic metaphysics

More and more and more


The high of the poppy

strained into the tea

with a side of spices


What the body knew escaped

Descartes. Like Linnaeus after him

Binary Binomial Brothers

Building the blocks


MEANING meaning more than money

Magic no longer doing the trick


Power is in the pipelines now

but the patterns peek

through the palimpsest




with thanks to Amitav Ghosh