127 x 204mm, 24 pages, Black & white printing, Saddle Stitched, Softcover, Edition of 160, 2026

Hyperactive, artificially coloured, full of additives, the prose poems in Karola Karlson’s anticipated debut mix synthetic tastes and semantic fields in unpredictable flavour pairings that sometimes bond, sometimes split – anti-aging and data scraping, ice-cream and news cycles, junk food and surveillance, extinction and emojis, commercial floristry and chess. The question of origins is raised and avoided – food production, mineral costs – and hovers like a toxic rainbow over familiar modes of distraction and numb aesthetics: we might all be unicorns soon, but at least the meteor shower looked cool.

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