Tribes of warring pastoralists drive their meat-shrubs across a snowy plain. Their world, Hurth, does not turn, but is…
Two Poems, by Andrew Joron
The Contraries Circle’s motion goes / against all endpoints. Rare area / roar. Space, a massless rigidity / /…
Lunagrad, by Andrew Joron
Blenk, more and more troubled by the phrases appearing on his writing pad, went to the window, pulled back the…