By Mihaela Diana Moscaliuc

for Pamela Stewart

These socks were woven by someone
fallen out of love with poetry and in 

with a commune of alpacas. 

I read somewhere socks in bed 
calm amygdala and prefrontal cortex, 

improving orgasm, the body’s assonance,

but I sense it is the handmaker’s 
wound of devotion, the yarn’s internal rhymes, 

interloop snap synapsed that make our music

which is more like orgling than holy moaning,
more like the khoomei of a lost shepherdess

or wind whistling through the halfopen graves of Cernăuți.

The Importance of Arts, Culture & The Creative Process

I love this project's scope and reach, its interdisciplinarity and multimodality. A great resource for our deeply troubled times.

What was the inspiration for your creative work?

A pair of socks I received from a friend who thought she's given up writing poems. The socks were her poem, I thought, while lying under covers one morning, unwilling to face the world.

Tell us something about the natural world that you love and don’t wish to lose.<br>What are your thoughts on the kind of world we are leaving for the next generation?

I'd like to think the natural world will outlast us and that whoever /whatever follows us will pay closer attention to it. 
Too much to list of all I hope not to lose--including all non-human life, clean air, clean water--

Photo credit: Valentin Moscaliuc

Mihaela Moscaliuc is the author of Heartmoor (forthcoming), Cemetery Ink, Immigrant Model, and Father Dirt, translator of Carmelia Leonte’s The Hiss of the Viper and Liliana Ursu’s Clay and Star, editor of Insane Devotion: On the Writing of Gerald Stern, and co-edited of Fruits of the Earth and Border Lines.