Clouds open like envelopes. My fingers touch a damp sponge to white. I have limited time. Water trickles […]
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I had been working all morning, translating difficult passages and writing commentaries. My eyes were red and stung […]
2021 Everyone is tired of the war. So much so the tourists who wanted to see peaceful parts […]
I did not mean to do that. Nobody did. It just happened. As if, reality is self-programmed. I […]
10 | the crisis of language Annie and I, with others, are having many discussions about language. We […]
One midwinter night the warm pitying foehn winds came from over the mountains to collapse upon the shin-deep […]
A brief description of the work: a Dionysiac ((effeminate))(((queer object of desire))) man clutches a tree,Sighing as his […]
ANONYMOU[S] is a brief series of texts submitted, read, and published anonymously, with the agreement of the author […]
To my Auntie Haydée, that she never die. A human life is a miserable rough draft, a meagre […]
ANONYMOU[S] is a brief series of texts submitted, read, and published anonymously, with the agreement of the author […]
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