Louie Skipper: Startled Again
3 a.m: Startled again in the mirror by my huge head.
August 3, 2019 · Leave a comment
Zoltán Böszörmény: The Wind
(A szél) Asks me if I lied, then bored, pushes me aside, a lonesome moon lights up the sky. I watch it motionless, it wounds me, I confess, it melts … Continue reading
February 8, 2019 · 1 Comment
Elizabeth Romero: Carrying a Sign
Leaves on the wind circle in the air Like emissaries from another world Frantic warnings No one heeds them, they Push toward their usual destinations With their everyday faces … Continue reading
October 15, 2018 · Leave a comment
