In Communion with Calliope

In Communion with Calliope is a fortnightly column by Ivana Marija Devčić. To me, his words are honey: viscous on my tongue, seeping sweet silence, as though my throat was stung. He is the nocturnal sea – Delivering peace, and ending it,  with the same cold ease.  I would forgo …

In Communion with Calliope is a fortnightly column by Ivana Marija Devčić. I feel the weight of the world as though it were a house upon me. I am not Atlas,  I cannot bear this mantle  stooped and bravely bowing. Instead, I sense the atrophy biting through my muscles. My …

In Communion with Calliope is a fortnightly poetry column by Ivana Marija Devčić. I have always been  the unyielding rock. Yes, I may suffer  death by a thousand cuts,  dealt so gracefully by the asphyxiating lashes  of brute wind, and the harsh constancy of rain.  Yes, pieces may crumble, and …

In Communion With Calliope is a weekly poetry column by Ivana Devcic. I don’t care that you wed him,Or that you let him tie you up,In ribbon with a bow Above your display cage,So that you might whisper niceties,Constrained, contained,While your heart screams like lightningAnd a storm wells inside of you …

In Communion with Calliope is a weekly poetry column by Ivana Devcic. My mouth floods with bitter tears,and in this noose I surge and thrashas though I were drowning in the sea;I sit in the deafening darkness,and wonder how this curse befell me. A hollow gaze meets me in the …

In Communion with Calliope is a weekly poetry column by Ivana Devcic. Have I not bled and burned enough for you? Tested, and found wanting,I lay prostrate, my heart thrownto the floor, trailing blooddroplets like arillate gems.  Breath smouldering like smoke,I am nothing but an offering to this terrible, baleful god –but …