Néfer
by Victoria Livingstone The first time I didn’t know you. The second time, I did — Federico Garcia Lorca I fell for you,
The Salar de Uyuni Bolivia’s salt desert
by Victoria Livingstone The December sky fills the salt flats with water and the Earth becomes a mirror. Flooding blue erases the horizon — even
The Lamp
by Franz Wright Dark blue evening street with here and there a lighted window of the at home, or the possibly not. Lamp, yellow circles
One
by Franz Wright Bodies are endless, but sentience gazing from endlessly various eyes is one, and I can prove it. Music’s an idealized and
Reflection
by Franz Wright I wear this small fish hook of crucifix Look how it helps keep the head weighted down down with shame, with the glory and shame
You Can’t Miss It
by Franz Wright Most I loved the secret sense of being a we; of living in two places at once (or everywhere). How I learned to bear euphoria in