sound:

blues or tail-eyes ... in forks of synapses ... sun tattoo'd on small backs arching ... shooting stars, ravens' wings, lunar eclipse ... my death the last feather on this face of mine ... I still preferred to play with chalk

Spring Tides Poetry Group presents P-KOK, interweaving new poetry in English, Greek and Nepali with original film, painting, digital art and improvised music. (Some adult content.)