Bad Moon Of Better Scrap Geryon escapes to a parallel

Geryon escapes to a parallel world of photography

Moten approaches the sublime

It’s an act of generous communication to allow a poem to speak a reader like this: to show them that the most primordial aspects of their cognition are shared and understood

Catching and holding the smallest particles of observation and experience in their gravity

Bad Moon Of Better Scrap Geryon escapes to a parallelSamantha Walton Whats that sound? A bad moon rising, or a pink one on its way We were already late to the party, earthbound and dishing our wages to bad clouds whose storage leaked plastics and chemicals in the ocean around us, a sweep of white space, and above us the sun is strobing like a wound, the moon a red spot on a burnt out sky. This is the nightly drama of Samantha Waltons Anthropocene camp, which takes the old moon, that slyly universalising