Desiring Machines bloemlezingen niet bang de dingen bij

niet bang de dingen bij de naam te noemen

so shar’d in the general speech

she constructs a poetic portrait of her aunt who was

Babs Gons weet de vinger op pijnlijke plekken te leggen door de wereld te bevragen en de plooien van het leven te laten zien

They weave through our poetic community

Desiring Machines bloemlezingen niet bang de dingen bijAndrea Brady Midway through lifes journey, on the margins of a burning forest, we find ourselves in a clearing full of pulsing machines Poems, like anxiety, attempt to contain what spills over, and to overflow what fits too tightly. In Desiring Machines, Andrea Bradys vital, candid eighth collection of poetry, the language of crisis gapes and sings. These poems find breathing spaces within the minutes dilated by fear, the slow ticking of grief, rage