Alyssa Gerasimoff




is a recent graduate from the Rhode Island School of Design with a degree in Furniture Design and Culture and Sustainability Studies. Her present work aims to raise awareness for and critically explore inequalities inherent to the contmeporary global food system. Although her studies were completed in a three-dimensional medium, she has recently been enjoying exploring a variety of digital and flat mediums. 



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CONSCIOUS COMPOST 

I died. Deader and deader. / "Little joke corpse!" Yeah, I shrank beyond belief; I'd even fit quite neatly / inside the bowl of my ridiculously / miniscule briarwood pipe. / Ishmael they call me, Father / 

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2020




INFINITE-MART

Incense clings to the Corpse's abdomen / Great is Allah! Not I for I was born / To loathe myself and drink through my thin skin / Evening's hope and the naked fright of dawn

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2020



EMPATHIES OF CONSUMPTION

Madness thundery gist of dream and dross / Ring where the cave of future ring / Cherry between me and the boogeyman Nothingness / My wind-tossed head a flurry of feathers

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2020




EXPLORATIONS IN SLIPCASTING

Between two mouths in a kiss / Windowglass.

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2020




COMPOST PORTRAITS

He waded all the way back up life's stream / And came out the other side / Lost where others wander not yet born

He dreamt he was dreaming / Changing planets / Sleeping only to awake over and over / To the clock of blood ticking in his head

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2020




MASKED LIFE

A massive pale waxwork of a woma / Forever rotating in horrible slow motion, / The statue spins like a top on the grease of dreams, / A blind lighthouse whose eclipsed face is / Haloed with a numb nimbus of horror

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2019



VACANCY IN GLASS

To a palace made / Of wind / To a palace whose towers / Are pillars of fire by day / To an opal palace / In the sky's zenith heart

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2020



A PLACE FOR SALT

They say when there was no / Such thing as time or place / The wind lived by itself / Whirling in empty space / To fill a hungry hear / Unborn with sighs until / From rubbing wind on wind

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2018




TO THE NORTH WIND

Alive yet not alive you crawl in stone / Prisoner of an air castl / Lover in a dread / Crushed in advance / By the heavy heav / Marble anchor of the / Death you have been howling for for a hundred centuries

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APR 2021
ISBN-10: 0882681281





THE MYSTIC EGG

... And when the cycle of his sufferings ended / From an Antarctic refuge he ascended / Into the cold nude beauty of the night / Expanding, full of holes, immense yet light

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APR 2021
ISBN-10: 0882681281




INTO THE EYES OF NIGHT

A woman dozes on a roof her name is night / Ancient abandoned to the perils of intoxication / To sleep's fumbling treasons / Dreamer in an avalanche of slips / Ditched on a high glassy place to eyeball outer space

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MAR 2021
ISBN-10: 0882681281




THE PERPETUAL INCANTATION

That awful mask a snapshot
Amazed solitude
Transfixes on the surface
Of a perennial torrent flesh
Casual flesh

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MAR 2021
ISBN-10: 0882681281




WHAT A HOWLING SHAME

What a howling shame
progress
has eliminated the usage
of the tinderbox
that pyrological machine

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MAR 2021
ISBN-10: 0882681281




IMPURE POEM

At the bottom of the green
Waters of death

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MAR 2021
ISBN-10: 0882681281