The Cafe Review

by Alessandro Spinazzi Driving around that little bit of pain that’s just right unrolling film sequence after sequence this side and that of the

by Alessandro Spinazzi I like things things about life making a way rolling among menacing obstacles to land at a plate a glass a pillow and then

by Dianella Bardelli guardando il cielo immenso di nubi psichedeliche senti con angoscia e meraviglia, con attrazione, che nulla davvero esiste

by Dianella Bardelli È una commemorazione una messa in tuo onore è una messa una cerimonia c’è un fruscio di gonne di pelle di braccia e qualcuno

by Dianella Bardelli sono l’airone bianco e solitario, e sono il papavero rosso, solo nella campagna — e sono il nido vuoto e sono il grano: dopo

by Dianella Bardelli Allen Ginsberg andava ai Gat di Calcutta dove la gente arrivava morta e veniva bruciata su grandi pire — ci andava per

Something Empedokles said, when he was saying there’s a difference

by Duncan McNaughton Collingwood had nothing better to do than listen to this guy who was talking in a type of Chinese, saying, I love to think

by Duncan McNaughton Were you there the night the dogs barked in Banja Luka? I was, with a one–armed Irish nurse and her spinster sister

by Duncan McNaughton The doctor in spite of something or other, himself I suppose, or the ghosts, we mustn’t forget them we grew up with, not now

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