On the Matter of the Immaterial – A Figment of Thy Imagination
In thinking about that ghost language we seem to have been engaging in for a
In thinking about that ghost language we seem to have been engaging in for a
Tonight I am feeling the same uneasy sense of the impending unknown I felt in
Praise Be To Our Guiding Cactus Star The template of days Rising and
And it seemed to them that their world had cracked. Just like when you are
Language It hardened like amber Trapping the meaning And the silence And the intonation
From the unpublished collection “Avatars from the Borderlands”. It shall all be recorded In
Mi sono sentita in dovere di tradurre una selezione di poesia proveniente dall’Ucraina, testi
What did that nameless Angel really say That Monday When the women approached the
Riproposta nel giorno in cui il generale russo Alexander Dvornikov noto come ‘il macellaio di
Be callous, grow a callus Forge a shield around your heart Don’t let those