César Vallejo: Black Stone on a White Stone
I will die in Paris on a rainy day,
a day I can already remember.
November 1, 2019 · Leave a comment
Marco North: The Stairs
Downstairs, there is a pile of kopeks next to the garbage bins. A ruble is far less than a penny, and there are one hundred kopeks to every ruble…. The kopeks are not there to be thrown away. They are for someone who actually needs them. Three hundred of them would buy a potato or two.
October 20, 2019 · Leave a comment
Richard Wright: Haiku
I am nobody:
A red sinking autumn sun
Took my name away.
September 6, 2019 · 1 Comment
