Russian Protest Artists

By Kim Waters
Poem by Kim Waters, Right Now

Who’s to say how far you’d go
when the screw at the unnamed
part of your neck is turned
and your friends faces drip away?

Who knows what bile would
seep into the whites of your eyes
and how reason would no longer
be something you could hurdle?

You pick a spot.
You let go of the scorpions.
You try to disentangle
the markers that give false hope.

It might seem as though you’re groveling
when your cheek is so low to the ground
you can see the cracks under a door
but what can you do?

Take a sickle to the flag.
Supplant. Supplant. Supplant.
And be wary of the pin-hole
at the back of the room.



Magic and Society: Zubrzycki’s Empire of Enchantment

By Surya Matondkar

Empire of Enchantment: The Story of Indian Magic John Zubrzycki On the surface, John Zubrzycki’s Empire of Enchantment: The Story of Indian Magic is just that: a story of magic. Painstakingly researched and beautifully pieced together, it presents to the reader the glorious history of a culture that embraced and revelled in the beauty of […]