Bio
Keith Nunes (Aotearoa-New Zealand) has had poetry, fiction, haiku and visuals published around the globe. He creates ethereal manifestations as a way of communicating with the outside world. Nunes writes when the light pings and the only voices to be heard are in his head. He's entertained by Kurt Vonnegut's hopes, Cole Swenson's descriptions, Lydia Davis's prose and Denis Johnson's heroines, and so on. He plans to evolve into a particle. He is currently related to Pessoa.
Keith Nunes
In the aftermath
They co-opted the sun,
Ice-pack cold across shoulders, walking barefoot in a freezer,
Wake to the crackled creasing of clouds,
We are reduced to a series of symptoms, formulaic file names,
All the shaggy dogs are hiding under beds, cats resurface in ancient Egypt,
We live in queues, glued to the backs of heads,
The sky bent in like a puddling marquee,
Fumes, flare-ups, the
Grand Feature has failed,
There is nothing left to fear.