Roddy Lumsden
HALFWAY THROUGH THE YEAR OF THE DRAGON She loves the music box forever, she's crying on my shoulder-The Blue Nile, 'Stay'You can mythologise anywhere but you cannot
Ben Mazer
THE STRAWBERRY BLONDE Miasmal afternoons in run-down shadeof clutter and rickety porches, smells of sex,and filthy carpets, loose floors, leaning walls,interminably appointmentless an
LILLIAN-YVONNE BERTRAM
HOMO NARRANS
Matthew Olzmann
“NOTHING GETS THROUGH TO YOU, JACKASS” When Catullus says it,it sounds more eloquentthan when I say it:Nothing gets through to you, jackass.When I forgetto put gas in the ga
Siwar Masannat
DAUGHTER OF WOMANFadia is — her father is martyr. She isOn a mountain — radiant — unknown.Says, There will be no setting up tent here:This light enough resting place.Fadia prophe
Siegfried Mortkowitz
BUDAPEST it’s morning and my knee hurts when I move itthe right one but only when I move itso I stop moving my right leg but nowthere’s this dull ache under my left should