It’s The End of the World As We Know It

Eritrea The engine stops. Water the only sound Lapping against the wooden hull. Wrapped in the autumn night some squint For the shore, for the light of Europe. Below deck, those in crowded sleep bob With the tide like hope bobs in…

Nataraja The Sun aflame in the cosmic lantern bound/we are mere ghosts,  revolving, the flame surround/played in a box whose candle is the sun/ round which we phantom figures come and go. Omar Khayann, Rubaiyat. His hair spun in …

2016 has been one fucker of a year so far. We lost David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Harper Lee, Muhammad Ali, Bill Cunningham and Prince. We gained Donald Trump, noted hamster-coiffed misogynist, TV villain and Putin's biggest fan, as a…