“The Ghost of Hana Kimura” is one of the finest poems I have read anywhere in a long time.
These are utterly unique, rereadable, poignant statements about our times. Dissectable, dense glimpses into a mind steeped in the light of liminal “inner flame.” Landscapes of the cyber-dead, and the obsolete kings of our renown. A hallowed and unholy godlike goading toward bleak imperatives. A harrowing and stylized recording of your exact search history. Don’t gloss over this Snuggly Slim; savor its timely dispensation of wit and esoteric terror.