“To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you” – Joy Division, “Shadowplay” The last time I saw you alive, last March, I closed my eyes while hail and wind scattered and slid outside on a metal roof, I could feel the storm making the ridgeline plot of a rotating neutron star, […]
Izzy Maxson
Izzy Maxson is a writer and performance artist. The author of several collections of poetry including most recently "Maps To The Vanishing" from Finishing Line Press, they live in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Archaeology (2)
Among the only proof of the first Chinese dynasty’s existence, the Xia, are two bells found in a cave, one bronze and one clay Did whoever found them, consider ringing them? If only with, a very light touch? I think not All the potential of the past is coiled to sound I hear it […]
Triptych: Day/Night/Day
1. A car almost ran down my brother and I crossing Lead and 2nd downtown the other night He sprinted, I dodged, and the machine roared north, drunk towards Central Avenue Heart rates elevated, we had a beer: glasses held with shaking hands “Did you see that? I was THIS CLOSE” I pinched my pointer […]
Hauntology
The optimistic or the new-age among us might call it a manifestation if it paid in cash, it trudges out of the swamp in your dreams like a beast from the sea, one claw waving a report card full of failing grades A collective haunting, the Gashadokuro is its name in Japanese and it is […]