Four poems from “un incesante caer de estrellas en la nada” – josé eugenio sánchez
Selfie and there are days when you are a refined porcelain vaseshattered to pieces on the groundwhere it’s easier to ...
Selfie and there are days when you are a refined porcelain vaseshattered to pieces on the groundwhere it’s easier to ...
1 I was in my bedroom when I heard the muezzin call: “Praaaaaayer is better than sleep / praaaaayer ...
Today I said twenty-three words Today I said twenty-three words Some people would say “a good twenty-three words” others ...
A Certain Homeland And in terms of you, homeland! *** In an Arab homeland, we lean on the table ...
October, 1909, Brancusi studio, 54 rue du Montparnasse Or a short history of Modi’s career as a sculptor The ...
This is not a feminist poem This is not a feminist poem This is not contorted metaphors with neither punch ...
‘LOOK AT HER EYES. They’re empty. You can tell she’s really cold or probably never had an orgasm in her ...
English translation by Pina Piccolo. I In this the moon resembles us Crescents plucked from its fullness Growing ...
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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