Ghost Tracks Quotes

“Ghosts carry fragments of bone
into a portion where the earth is scatheless & place
them on the anther & filaments of roses.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“Ghosts with periscope eyes,
each a mausoleum of violet lilac sent to earth in
another form.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“How they disappear as fragments of ice,
leaving a wisp of mist on the surface. The slow vastitude

of winter covering a graveyard. A silent field of wolves
watching moonrise. Praise the northern star. Its fullness,

not leading us astray.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“The bees produce
monofloral honey from linden trees.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“When dew settles on grass, ghost tracks turn it to
gossamer rain.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“Ghosts scale brute topography
until the end of a day. Call them cartographers.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“An expedition of using cellulose as a renewable fuel
to rescue depletion with its biomolecules.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“Brook trout brocade lakes with a vermiculation
of colors that extend till their dorsal fin.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“The granularity of bones in
a body. A forest with galaxies of moss.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“Imagine: shoals of fish, a pod of whales,
a swarm of bodies around glacial heights

in kaolin snow. The velocity of clear-sky
precipitation increases with the glint of
shadows.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“The sky is scythe into rain. Another name for the flesh.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“The land eschews parameters & ghosts find firmament.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“Stars loosen the knots

of constellations. We build new homes with propolis.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“all memory turning to light
suns dwell inside the snow sleet.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“ghosts rising in barns
covered with snow

gliding their backs over
English ivy interlaced

with green creepers.
a duet of hymn & slumber

a landscape husked
with smells of petroleum

along frozen glaciers
where a Diuca finch nests.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“Yonder loosestrife, gusts carry into sea. Totemic wing. Ghost wafts above water,
unravels the seismic splay of muscle tissue in the flow. Waves lap into relentless
roars. Ghost in a landscape of rain carves bone beyond aviary. Water curls form
a heaviness in the body. North-coast. Clef wave with ghost made of fig leaves.
A storm groans with compost hands to return cyan-blue to the sea. The listless
downpour submerges ghost but ghost rises to the surface with gills. Water is a
memory trail of floodlines.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks