and it is making beautiful noises inside my head…
Issue #3 of The Diamond and the Thief features a real handful of gems.
One burning note rings its last in Nick Santos-Pedro’s opening poem Smoke. The Japanese jazz master’s rumble ‘gone, too soon’.
Ashley Capes’s poem comes to rest explores the liminality of the smallest places, where ‘each spore/ thinner than mist/ comes to rest’. The opening lines, ‘the dandelion clock roams/ like a heart-beat fairy’, pure magic.
Then there is the nihilistic explosion of a prose poem, Forest by Shane Jesse Christmas. It sweeps you up in its wild vortex and drops you with a headful of lightning at ‘the depressing drape of the forest’.
And Lily Chan cuts us a generous slice from her exquisite memoir-in-progress, Toyo.
Ephemeral, swirling, glorious, intricate… a handful of words to (begin to) describe The Diamond and the Thief.