the Visigoth with a face of wisteria the only pincers needed unthreading the lightening comes preserved in the snow with…
Translations
A friend wrote to me that she’d been craving potato pancakes for a few days. Which reminded me that Hanukkah…
A light was jammed in the door lock I noticed it and moved aside a river Of pages filled with…
In spite of you, the Solent which used to be a hill covered with moss and dwarf willow. The tenth…
Poetry Travels with Anna Blasiak and Lisa Kalloo: HOME by Nataša Sardžoska, translated by the Author
You will never leave me alone the pores of my body whistle under the window in a foreign city whose…
Those who hoard fire in their rooms also hoard the temptation to set themselves burning. You feel sorry for the…