Those who enter the dwelling-place of the mystics dance on the cusp between form and formlessness, light and dark, death and life. This territory-populated by angels, stars, skeleton leaves, peacocks, and bodies both celestial and scarred-is invoked with shimmering brilliance by Britt Posmer's poems and Rashani R a's collages. No mere description, each word and image drenched in immanence, this book speaks of that which can only be known from within...