the thermometer in my armpit: as if a transfusion of quicksilver for (presumed) inward mirrors. 39.2º C. fever. […]
Adam Sorkin
good god! I’m no longer an obstacle even to my own blood. it burst out through my nose […]
[good god! I’m no longer] by Emilian Galaicu-Păun – translated ...
The first drop of blood that I can recall was not Ioan’s, when I knocked his […]
In the Dew, in the Mist by George Vulturescu translated ...
Even the poem is a cow Who else would I clobber here with the butt of a […]
The Poem on Easter Night by George Vulturescu translated by ...
“...To see the part of the glass that’s full you have to raise it to the light […]
The Ballad of the Glass by George Vulturescu translated by ...
So many times have I crossed the Danube on the thin ice of the steam from my […]