In what language do you dream? someone asked me the other day after a small presentation I’d been asked […]
words on words
“…while on the village descends the scented night.” Haroldo Conti, “Perfumada noche” Day dreaming about the bar of […]
I met a fellow French poet a few nights ago, and we quickly fell into sharing our horror […]
I recall that Susana once objected to the use of the phrase “fat cats” for big businessmen, because her love of cats prevented her from accepting any negative feline references, but I put my foot down and it stuck.
