Ashmore Transmissions

Edith Söndergran died young. She knew she would die. When the illness broke out, she was transferred to the same tuberculosis asylum where her father had died. Knowing about her nearing end, and still writing. No matter what comes. Not searching for glory. No fame. Poetry, because poetry needs to be born. Edith Södergran * 1892 † 1923 The Stars When night comes I stand on the steps and listen, The...

Not many poems strike me like Liv Ramirez Tornado . Out of nowhere, she wrote of a secret part of my life—dragged it from an old, dusty desk drawer, a note I always hated. I know she speaks of a different Tornado than I.Still, the piece stirred memories I meant to bury. Liv wrote one of the most authentic poems I've ever read. Her work doesn’t chase the right words. Or the wrong ones. It is a ritu...

Content Warning: This transmission contains vivid depictions of ritual violence, demonic presence, and psychological distress. This tale speaks of ritual. E.M.R created a dense atmosphere. Claustrophobic. Choking. A downward spiral into mankind’s deepest fears, unburying rotting philosophies. Reading it aloud made something clear: “the reaping of your flesh is this world taking its course.” –E.M.R...

Stephen Crane wrote an immortal fragment in 1895. It touched me. A creature, not named a demon, ate its own heart. As I eat my own heart every day. This poem has a truth that only a few will ever touch. It is one of the few I carry inside me. † This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

This is not performance. It is ritual. This piece is a reading of Aurora Gamourtian’s bloodletting i . A compact drop. A spoken curse. It’s a work of transcendence . Of fulfillment. Of realization. Few works of modern poetry have struck me as profoundly as hers. Every word is a nail. i hold the little ball of blood in my hand, and i ask it: drain the life from me. Read the full text on her Substac...

Georg Trakl: Verfall / Decay Read by Ashmore This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

The Stalin Epigram by Ossip Mandelstam (1934). Read by Ashmore . Recovered Transmission. Ashmore Archive. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

Ashmore reads Emily Dickinson. Ancient words, spoken through the Aether. Poetry, lost texts, and transmissions from the memory—fragments of what once was, reaching across time. A voice in the static. A signal returning. Listen. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

Ancient words, spoken through the Aether. Poetry, lost texts, and transmissions from the memory—whispers from the edge of time, carried by wind and shadow. A voice calls from elsewhere. A signal returns. Listen. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com