“Their four paws return to the mud with the name of the poem” – Poetry by Mario Urquiza Montemayor
This and that This and that, you should say, is the only thing given to us for this instant, ...
This and that This and that, you should say, is the only thing given to us for this instant, ...
“I will die in Paris with a hard dirty rain, on a day I now remember, I will die in ...
JAZZ ALONE for John Quarantined, I’m playing the jazz you hated. Gerry Mulligan & Ben Webster huff luscious sax, ...
The Poem My inside is locked in a sea A fish-market where everyone is helplessly dead. A few people- ...
My grandfather just died, alone, in the intensive care unit of the Bologna University Hospital, in Italy. He was ...
Letter from a Syrian child to his mother Mom, you never told me that you can die even ...
NOON Noon in the unnamed cities without clocks and without hours all the clocks read NOON Noon ...
My first night in Berlin, I walk without a map for almost an hour in the dark thinking about ...
Sometimes when Jane and I are waking up together, as I lie there snuggling up to her warm body, still ...
ACTS OF KINDNESS You forgot how to eat and breathe at the same time Every act of kindness ...
A Nest of Triptychal Performances PER/FORMATIVE CITIES A Nest of Triptychal Performances Saun Santipreecha Curated by Camilla Boemio Presented by...
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