His luminous existence as a thief – Four poems from Jessy Simonini’s “Campi di battaglia”
“Ay ay ay, que el esclavo fue mi abuelo es mi pena, es mi pena. Si hubiera sido el amo, sería ...
“Ay ay ay, que el esclavo fue mi abuelo es mi pena, es mi pena. Si hubiera sido el amo, sería ...
My grandfather just died, alone, in the intensive care unit of the Bologna University Hospital, in Italy. He was ...
The Dreaming Machine
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Freedom The butterfly that entered the kitchen window hovered in all the rooms for days, bumped against the ceiling every ...
COUNTRY MUSIC The mountain meadow spawns a crop of small brains, white, spherical mushrooms with a marbled cortex, ...
Unpublished talk delivered by Andrew Joron at the University of Chicago in April 2009, one week after Franklin Rosemont’s ...
Pretending to be healthy ... ... and here we are back in it again, while we had all hoped not ...
Australantis there’s a whole ocean filled with sand between what was and what will be where fish grows ...
HAIR IN THE WIND we invite all poets from all countries to be part of the artistic-poetic performance HAIR IN...
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