from Thirteen Months of Sunrise
I don’t care how they take my body...What can this skinny, tired, and sickly body give them? What flames can it quench? More
from There’s a Carnival Today
Janak couldn’t even recognize his mother when he returned home eight months later. Thin, sickly, elderly. What had happened to the girth she used to have? It alarmed him. More
from The Remainder
Someone has to die and it falls on me to find them, body after body, ever since my first unforgettable Sunday cadaver... More
from Edinburgh Notebook
In the desert, my love, in the desert I saw an elephant born. Its mother thought it dead, and in her desperate rage, she dragged it with her trunk... More
from Raoul Schrott: Selected Poems
things come to slide · as if one had seen / the earth catch fire as it turned and blacken / the night with the contours of an arm More
from The Palimpsests
Given my devotion to sex, I followed Hemingway to the white continent, where, due to the dearth of places in veterinary sciences, I enrolled in Antarctic philology studies. More
from Felix Austria
In the morning they discovered that a lock of hair from the severed head of John the Baptist vanished without a trace, as did the relics of St. Munditia… More
from Floral Mutter
I truly wish it were true, to disappear just like this, / no bones no flesh no breath, gone… More
from Angel of Oblivion
As soon as she starts moving, I follow her. She is my queen bee and I am her drone. The scent of her clothes reaches my nose… More
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