This Much
by Mark Hedden By catsup, by fish, by coffee bitter and black, My mind this morning a shredded cobweb. O Woman, lean back. Be quiet, one moment
The Explorer
by Mark Hedden It is so easy to forget what brings you here. For three years now I have been sitting in this room Listening to the sounds
When I Suck Your Nipples
by Dan Sociu I’m a comic–book character — bubbles come out of my mouth inside which nothing’s written. — translated by Adam J. Sorkin, Dan
The way home is no longer the way home.
by Dan Sociu One night my wife and I carried ten bucketfuls of shit — I think we haven’t spent such a good time with each other since ’98: we
In the morning I wake up with fear of life
by Dan Sociu In the morning I wake up with fear of life, At night I go to sleep with fear of death. And it doesn’t seem to portend a good day,
Birdsong and the Old Night
by David J. Rothman Just before the dawn the songbirds sing As if they are so happy to be alive, Mused some idiot who didn’t know anything About