Dromo ZanganoThe Politics of DancingHe’s wading in neck high water in a starless night, lit only by a waning moon that casts a blue half light on the ripples that he makes as…May 1May 1
Dromo ZanganoTunnels So Wide They Look Like SkyFaces just missed as hall of doors slam shut.Jan 311Jan 311
Dromo ZanganoHot SlaughterThe blood follows easy when all else fails. It writhes and breathes in scraping flashes and a strobing ache.Jan 31Jan 31
Dromo ZanganoVoid is Where the Heart isRunning with Death, in crutches. The Void is where the heart is.Dec 14, 2023Dec 14, 2023
Dromo ZanganoI’ll Follow the Bubbles When You DrownThe promise of fire brings me peace. It will rub me smooth as dust only to be spat out into space yet again in a dance of fire, traced…Dec 14, 2023Dec 14, 2023
Dromo ZanganoMy FormulaCoded alone and watching the static channel on some ice ball moon. In an ice-knifed storm exhaled by gravitational sinkholes, out-foxed in…Dec 14, 2023Dec 14, 2023
Dromo ZanganoFound LightIn throbbing orbits, searching for signals. The submarines sniff at my feet like dogs as I sleep for centuries at the bottom of the sea…Dec 14, 2023Dec 14, 2023
Dromo ZanganoIn Anxious DisintegrationSleep in my eyes like pearl dust, my valuable tears. I sell them at amoeba markets in downtown intestines.Dec 14, 2023Dec 14, 2023
