Review by Donna Vorreyer Tara Skurtu’s The Amoeba Game is a collection about moments and memory and how they collide, mutate and transform. An
I can’t see the whole ocean from here. Just a bird- broken bay, backlit oyster shacks piled high in hollow shells, incomplete haloes reflecting
I forgot where Dibon was. Forgot where Edom was. Barefoot I crossed rivers Arnon and Nimrim. My feet made sounds the banks had never
comes to you from the song before it and that one from the song before that and so on these songs come to us