ANDREW ZAWACKI

THESE LATE ECLIPSES

A quadraphonic silence settles upon the land, hedging life into a subjunctive of implausibles become everyday things: pills, gardening equipment, daughters at play. In a pandemical argot of relentless inventiveness, Andrew Zawacki has written his ununcanny masterpiece.

Composed during lockdown from March to September 2020, These Late Eclipses is a bracing yet lyrical record of the dystopia that descended with COVID-19.

WHO’S THERE

Dusk is a mayhem of fireflies, flash crashy and drone strikelight, a freighter trawling my rib cage,

leaving no wake. As reported by an internal source, who spoke on condition of. My kids are

kudzu, annexing the stairs. Knock, knock. Who who. A wolf is art the door, and there is no door.

ISBN 978-1-7374307-7-3

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