The Lost World

The Lost World

Poetry by Gillian Kiley

The Lost World


 Photography by Laura Ribero

Photography by Laura Ribero

The monument doesn’t flex
and I visit it,
speak a little, wonder if the trees
regard me, like officers at a depot.
Whisper, disclose, entreat,
send private emissaries
out of the ducts of my body.
Amid the rest,
the open plots
          lend a sense of anticipation.

Who hears what I say?

 Photography by Jesse Burke

Photography by Jesse Burke


Photography by Jesse Burke & Laura Ribero