What is the future of crypto, or rather, what is its present? Is it a revolution in the decentralization of power or a Ponzi scheme doomed to fail?
A poem that seems to be caught in the wind by the roadside, glancing both ways: back to a dreamlike childhood and with hungry eyes to the future.
This poem asks us to remember and savour our summer of good friends and bad poems as, with a hopeful heart, we press on into the rain and grey mist.
A poem by Ukrainian poet Iya Kiva in Katherine E. Young’s translation.