Katherine Dimma

This solitude cannot be overcome – that is the first truth. It is the beginning. There is in my eye a greater grave of two in a silent house. The self must hold – no other can know its secrets. Sex plays havoc, like a siren, says, you and he will tame the sea – […]

Blindly asking the stars to name a destiny for her, she holds their orphaned secrets in a little tin box at the back of her tongue. In the land of absent prophets, there are red-stung poppies counting on no one – ferrying the living back to the dead. Given the swords, given the perpetual counting […]