I have shaken a hand on you, down bad, deep alone, loose as rope around a frozen lake as forsaken as anything heavenly. Night by the wake rests our trust of holy bones and faint hope. A shaken land where love hearts kill the rain in me. Keep my soul safe here and I promise to do the same.
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“Alex Mazey’s playful text art sequence follows Ghost through a hyperreal metropolis beset with neoliberal temptation and eschatological peril. Woven between the visuals are virtuosic lyric poems: poignant, philosophical and irreverent. Mazey gamifies this astute, genre-defying collection with an intricate plexus of symbolism, mysticism, numerology, reference and ritual. Haunting and haunted, Ghost Lives paints an eerily recognisable picture of how it feels to be lonely, or, in other words, to be human.”
ノo_o) »»» hi there - if you would like to support the writing published here, please consider ordering my debut poetry collection, GHOST LIVES : CURSED EDITION, OUT TOMORROW (28TH MARCH 2024). Published and made available from the award-winning, Bad Betty Press. Order it Here.
If you’re late to the party DONT WORRY ok. You can still get a copy from the publisher or even ask your local bookshop to order it in for you (unless they stock it already in which case they’re pretty cool, aren’t they?)
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