
Phenomenology of the Feral
After the Meat Tree I Man’s best friend, woman’s best friend are has a jay, and mere has an add. I flower mere and he follows me that…
After the Meat Tree I Man’s best friend, woman’s best friend are has a jay, and mere has an add. I flower mere and he follows me that…
– adapted from SJ Fowler If you were a fruit, what fruit would you be? Black banana, fruit flies, les ananas ne parlent pas, (a little song of two…
The pirate is part magician and part thief. With all the gauze and white tape, I know the left side of his face better than the right side. Pirates,…
a wolf is a tunnel into the earth …… full of teeth (and what should I call a sideways stalag mmm-/t-ite?) not just the wind howling through the steppes’…
It snowed for thirty years and no-one knew when the snow would end. The old people could remember the times before the snow, But none of the young ones had…
When I was a kid I wanted to be a wolf. I think it started when I read Jack London: White Fang and Call of the Wild set loose all…
Mary Wollstonecraft. Frankenstein’s monster. The Capitoline Wolf. Mary Shelley. Four names, four figures forming a strange kind of family, if we can call it that. Perhaps better to say, ‘a…
almost like almost . . . . . . . he said in land there is a line around a wolf within is other and awe social grace packed…
For three nights the she-wolf skirted the village. Must be desperate, to leave the forest, her cubs must be starving. The men oiled their guns, waxed their skis, took their…
for Tim Cope, and his horseback journey from Mongolia to Hungary. Sheered pig fat for the dog, and in his eating, a spirit passing continental drift toward…
If a lion could talk, we could not understand him. – Ludwig Wittgenstein I am animal and so are you, but where do we start and end,…