THE WORD YOU SIT BESIDE – Five poems by Helen Wickes
COUNTRY MUSIC The mountain meadow spawns a crop of small brains, white, spherical mushrooms with a marbled cortex, ...
COUNTRY MUSIC The mountain meadow spawns a crop of small brains, white, spherical mushrooms with a marbled cortex, ...
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Ten thirty in the morning. Berlin, Mauerpark. I’m walking alone, accompanied by the sound of the bells inside one of ...

Giovanbattista Vico claims that history is but a cycle of occurrences and recurrences. In short, in history there are some ...

Blue and Gloomy The sea is that blue and gloomy thing you and I one day sailed through, which ...

A small painting, Aunt Caquetá's oil canvas, was slightly off center. But not because of an earthquake, Manuel had ...

IT WAS ONLY YESTERDAY WHEN THE LAST GIRL, MARYAM, TOOK her turn with paracetamols and cheap alcohol. A few weeks ...
In this issue of The Dreaming Machine, an interview with the artist focusing on this exhibit, curated by Camilla Boemio,...
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