I am the Brother of XX Helen Mort

I am the Brother of XX Helen MortA wife is suspended in a bird cage; a thirteenth century visionary senses the foreskin of Christ on her tongue: Fleur Jaeggys gothic imagination knows no limits. Whether telling of mystics, tormented families or famously private writers, Jaeggys terse, telegraphic writing is always psychologically clear eyed and deeply moving, always one step ahead, or to the side, of her readers expectations. In this, her long awaited return, we read of an eerie

He has published two pamphlets – breathing for all my birds (Dovetail Press

the reader continues this consciously crafted journey embracing personal and  universal subjects and themes

‘the pull of the moon in your blood’

he is such a modest man

In an unfolding of

Maria Stepanova’s ‘weird ballads’

James Howarth The Bleeding of the Stone by Ibrahim al-Koni

The clock alongside his bed read 7:59

This is a bilingual edition

nature of the discourse that legitimated the imperial order

full of melancholy

in Comparative and Estonian Folklore from Tartu University in 2004