The Sonata Machine by Logan Thrasher Collins

The Sonata Machine Logan Thrasher Collins beneath an expanse of darkness shot through with glimmering gadzillions of echoing stars, we stand, wetware toes braced against the soil’s diasporic discourse of moistly coded lactone linguisms and attoscale electrostatic blurs. we react, counteract, crickity-crack, sparking cascades…

Gorgeous Geometries by Logan Thrasher Collins

Gorgeous Geometries Logan Thrasher Collins tonight you’re breathing snowflakes in Reykjavik watching the Milky Way and as you take a deep breath past, present, and future blur together a spatiotemporal crystal stars explode and galaxies collide but beneath the interstellar chaos there’s morphogenesis embryonic…