The Dreaming Machine
Writing and visual arts from the world.
Scent A ruinous scent wafts along pushed by the wind, bearing melody and shivers. Sap ripens inside ...
The Poem My inside is locked in a sea A fish-market where everyone is helplessly dead. A few people- ...
A Postponement Obsolescence: Miyoshi Barosh Interview Conducted by Camilla Boemio The art conversation, like any art, is a skill of ...
My name is Dunia, I am not thirty years old yet, I sell flowers in a shop downtown. I ...
The following poems were written in August 2018 at and for Balladarree (a permaculture, wildlife and native tree preservation on ...
3 SEPTEMBER 2020 – DEADLINE FOR RUCKSACK – GLOBAL POETRY PATCHWORK PROJECT Rucksack, at Global Poetry Patchwork is an...
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