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, ...
2 My father was gone. I was too young to understand why, and nobody was able to explain it to ...
English translation by Pina Piccolo. I In this the moon resembles us Crescents plucked from its fullness Growing ...
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IN PRAISE OF YELLOW In sunlight through grains of sand and shell, or any small joy, the coherence of ...
My isolation was absolute, interrupted only by the caretaker, who every three or four days, brought me my meager provisions. ...
THE VULTURE Some boys were sitting in a circle after dusk chatting, their backs to the old tamarind tree, bare-bodied ...
This post comprises some of the work submitted by South African poets in response to a call for contributors to ...
Terrace The crow perches on the mast of the terrace sailing in the waters of my womb. The ...
December 24, 2024 marks ten years since the premature passing of Brazilian/Italian writer Julio Monteiro Martins, important cultural figure from...
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