“The Ghosts of Sea Salt Corpses” Isa Borgeson
The ghosts of sea salt corpses wander barangai coloco do not stop to pick up strangers of barnacle flesh soaking ...
The ghosts of sea salt corpses wander barangai coloco do not stop to pick up strangers of barnacle flesh soaking ...
I doubt these days there are many poets, writers, teachers, ranch-hands, or gardeners, and anyone in between who think Robert Krotesch ...
ESSAYS What Use Is Poetry? by Meena Alexander In an address to the Yale Political Union on April 23, 2013, ...
children training two boys chasing each other on the street with toy guns in their hands the small ...
CALLING FOR HELP It’s a shame you can’t outlaw language or license the users. Sometimes you can choke on ...
TO THE SOUTH OF THINGS In silence we return to where the sea, in winter, has the dirty colors ...
Blue and Gloomy The sea is that blue and gloomy thing you and I one day sailed through, which ...
What the mouth sings, the soul must learn to forgive. A rat’s as moral as a monk in the eyes ...
To my sister Noura (Aleppo, 28 October 1975 - Ancona, 30 October 2014) Guardian of memory I appointed my insomnia ...
Some Trees In the long months of listening to reports of war I grew more and more attached to ...
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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