From ‘On Voit’ / ’Things seen’ Behind the window whose wood has been whitened (against the flies, against the ghosts)…
LS Extracts
Topolalia A land made out of spillings. Here, and out of place Where no body can stand. Day by day…
In the realm of motes (excerpt) In the same body of water the elements are less detached, the minnows drift…
The Sea You are longing for the sea. Flow and backflow, indefinitely. The immense, implacable tide. It is forgetting you…
playing berlin and this is how: watch a buzzard catch a crow in the tiergarten and beoverwhelmed by the cruelty…
Born in Scuol in 1944, Leta Semadeni writes concise, luminous poetry in both German and the Vallader dialect of Romansh.…