Category: Reckoning 6

Podcast Episode 21: When Teens Turned Into Trees

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Welcome back to the Reckoning Press podcast! This week we have for you a beautifully wistful performance by Sophia Eilis Singson of “When Teens Turned Into Trees” by Sigrid Marianne Gayagnos.

This is the first of two stories that appear in Reckoning 6 about people turning into trees, the other being Wen Yi Lee’s . . .

Rainbow Boy

This story does not begin with my birth; neither does it end with my death, but I will tell you of it regardless for I feel it is important you know of how I left this world in a baptism of blood and oil. Before then, I will tell you what happened in 1958 in Ogoni, Bayelsa state.

PART 1

Brown, marshy mud clings to the bottom of my feet, the dunlop slippers I wear are practically . . .

Podcast Episode 19: Somnambulist

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Welcome back to the Reckoning Press podcast. It’s been ages, but we’re ramping up to a lot of cool new stuff in the coming year and beyond, including lots more podcasts, a fundraiser to increase payrates to 10c/word, $50/page for poetry and pay staff better too, t-shirts, pins, who knows what else. Homebrew recipes. Foraging instructions. . . .

Tied

try to keep yourself—somehow—

tied: to the earth, perhaps—find joints

and sinews that echo your own in

the tree across the water, discover

home in the shelter of hedges or trace

a life down the edges of the river.

please, remember to stay tied:

maybe in her tender touch,

or in the glance shared—across an

expanse or two meters. above all—

i’ll keep repeating—be tied: . . .

Carcinisation

a comforting thought: that

the arc of the moral universe

is long, but it appears to bend

towards crabs. one day, our

exoskeletons will protect us

from the rain, and from the end;

as the seas rise and fall, we will

find homes in the tide pools, or in

the remnants of buildings left empty

by humans. we will build

a better world, as crabs; they say

crabs can’t feel pain. we’ll . . .

Podcast Episode 18: Enclosures

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Today I’m going to read you an essay by Paulo da Costa, “Enclosures”, from Reckoning 6. I think of this piece as a new perspective in an ongoing conversation that started, for me, with Kate Schapira’s essay “On Political Change, Climate Change, and the Choice to Not Have Children” that appeared in Catapult . . .

Enclosures

By the hand of your great-uncle Zé and great-aunt Fernanda, you and your sister Amari enter the enormous bird enclosure. The cackle begins. The geese do what they do best, warn those inside and those one hundred metres around the farm that intruders have arrived. The sound is deafening. The peacocks join the chorus. You inspect the clay roost lined with straw, . . .

Podcast Episode 17: Dramatis Personae of the Apocalypse

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Hi everyone, my name’s Catherine, and today for the Reckoning Press Podcast I’m going to be reading you the poem “Dramatis Personae of the Apocalypse”, which is a poem that appears in Reckoning 6, and it is by the author Avra Margariti.

This is a poem with particularly dark content, I don’t think Avra would . . .

We dreamt once

in unison,

the wind beating the fence

surrounding the giant intaglios, where

you told me there was nowhere to step

anymore, that the whole

desert started miraging as a geoglyph.

 

And what was lost

before by time

or destruction returned

 

in the form of a man etched

on the desert floor,

and you chose

two lucky stones to take home

to remember the black desert— . . .