XIII: Poetry by Seth Jani & Photography by Kris.K.G

fallen Worship in the Underworld

Afraid to admit that I shy away
From the stars at night,
From the old, shuddering cosmos
And ravenous rain
That will eat my body,
From the yellow thumbtack moon
Marking the place where angels fall,
I arrive in the peerless dark on a Sunday afternoon
At the place that is no place,
The country that has no name.

I sing alone in the deep and always alone.

I make my way through the nothingness that is,
And the nothingness that is not.

Around me a summer snow shocks
The trees to sleep.

A winter heat wave wakes
The dreaming bee.

In this other world where the fundamentals
Are reversed
The sure order disappears.

Wanting to praise the holy force behind it,
I stand straight up and curse the sky.


Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven Circle Press. His own work has been published widely in such places as The Coe Review, Gingerbread House, Gravel, The Hamilton Stone Review, and Hawai`i Pacific Review. More about him and his work can be found at www.sethjani.com.

Kris.K.G is a London based photographer. His photography has been included in the anthology, Surreal Photography: Creating the Impossible (Ilex, 2013), edited by Daniela Bower, and also utilized as cover art for the religious studies monograph, Why Your Pastor Left (Create Space, 2016), by Christopher D Schmitz. To enjoy more of Kris’ photography, be sure to visit his DeviantArt gallery, and to follow him on Twitter at Kris_K_G_Photos.


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