The Egyptians write, the Lebanese publish and theIraqis read. The Israelis use it to wipe their ass.Manuel Joseph, […]
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I’m looking for astonishment, but I’m landing on contradictions. Holding all grocery bags over one arm. The way […]
from Purple and Dissonance I don’t want to hear it. Don’t want to write it, nor read it. […]
“Unwonted, shimmering, ruthless, the tiger poses man a question more intractable than the ancient enigma of the sphinx, […]
The poetical imagination is one thing, and the biblical imagination, inevitably, something else; side by side, they struggle […]
These two words represent something I knew once, for half a second, a brief revelation which I owe […]
Palermo Catacombs #7 (Two Girls Together) Sisters, probably, hopefully—uncomfortably morbid if friends, not that the baseline morbidity of […]
Twenty years later. Twenty years later I’m on my way to Bristol. Or rather, on my way to […]
One always writes with a view to being read. This word I am writing is intended for a […]
A brief description of the work: a Dionysiac ((effeminate))(((queer object of desire))) man clutches a tree,Sighing as his […]
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