Bleeding Electricity

This is a collection of poems that carry a particular voice i noticed across this year’s writing. It’s feral and desperate and psychotic. It burns hot and bright in desolate cold, or conflagrations of trashfire voices. Eventually the bleeding is staunched. The holes where wings burst free are stuffed with gauze. Last poem written after some time readjusting to life on the ground.

Written on and of the land of the Ngarble and Dharawhal people.   

Cover art by Emily Williams 
With gratitude to Dara