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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they bombed the fucking zoo o' fairest mirror in my hand to you, dead birds and thee, I sing of ...

She wasn’t like that when you were alone with her, but how often was I ever alone with her? ...

Ceramic prints of audiometry tests, diary entries, photographs, poems, Cyrillic texts from the book "The Dervish and Death" by Bosnian ...

I. Metropolis Affair The bliss of your kiss sets my heart under water And part of a cluster of bubbles ...
In this issue of The Dreaming Machine, an interview with the artist focusing on this exhibit, curated by Camilla Boemio,...
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