I wanted him to choose me. That’s why I wore that simple, silver shirt dress, rippling as I […]
North and they said God bless America the tears streaming down their cheeks like blood CONTINUE READING — […]
The field you are standing before seems to have the exact proportions of your own life. JOHN BERGER, […]
I heard about Brooklyn’s Ugly Duckling Presse from Silvina López Medín, an Argentine poet resident in New York […]
When a traveller in north-east London takes the wrong turning at the junction of Mare Street just beyond […]
* A past lifetime play on pause, flutter/film-ed lucid-in-the-sky fictional flashback: a hidden princess cage-cracks coded mirror/me—>error>> CONTINUE […]
“The fact is that an act can no more be reduced to what it is than can a […]
These were few but wonderful. Heidi, when she was among us, might have been able to sell anything […]
XY: Psst, XX. Hey. XX: Mhm? XY: I didn’t wake you, did I? I know it’s late but […]
‘This is a book that no one will like, not intellectuals, who aren’t interested in football, or football-lovers, […]
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