Amygdala, auroras and roots
“Rye flowers, tablecloth of fears.“ A book of poetry is a great challenge. A reader always finds themselves undecided whether or not to tackle a text they’re unlikely to fully understand. This is because reading a collection of poems is reading oneself, through another person’s words. Given the countless requests we’ve received, we’ve decided to take on this challenge. So we’re talking about poems as fresh as the early morning air, as intense as a...



