After a good score of whacks and thumps there's time for a short cackle. And then there is no ink left in the pot. The internal image drives us both to create and to represent. This landscape of images within is the driving force behind Oliver Perrin's poetry. It is a world where the movement of dancing cats describes elaborate patterns on threadbare old rugs, where hunchbacks dig holes in the ground to whisper secrets into them.
Fear slowly slides the mask of desire into place.
Oliver Perrin has published non-fiction in Alexandria, the journal of the western cosmological traditions. He is the former editor of the journal Thanateros, and is a regular contributor to the award-winning Icelandic web magazine deCode. His fiction has appeared in Night magazine and the journal Phantasm. He currently lives in Istanbul, Turkey where he is completing a novel. How the grin On a child's clear face May be so unsettling.