Poetica

poetry





stream of consciousness beholds time's poesis, wind and rain tricklings, a daze of sun and arctic vision of inspired tongues, the will o wisp so long unspoken when art can be named poetry chartered into cornered visions, the aesthetic of an ever fickle soliloquy... a free space for poetic illumination. For submissions please contact contribute@undergrowth.org




photo: Miles Allinson