PSS006 - Kiley McLaughlin - Bodies Found
McLaughlin’s work treads barefooted lightly in the twilight/twinlight worlds of mythology and transfiguration. This is a micro-verse of sonic delight inlaid with the pains of being a thing with a body. How terrible the weight of flesh is – but then there also is light. At times we feel weightless in bodies. These poems are not without there own ecstatic alchemy. Turning from sound and line to what is “heavy ripe / and skin bloomy” – this is the flesh that lives, that is found in this work of deep endeavor. Read naked or under the weight of all of the quilts you might own.
woodcut jackets in 3 color ways with bw contents