Fiction
Spring 2006
Departure
She will be all right if she can just catch the tails of her thoughts, so like the pinkish “white S’s of wriggling mice. They’re like meteors. Like a grainy […]
Poetry
Summer 2004
Seducer
From the Croatian. Afterward kneeling between the scattered pillows you think of death O child! I will not hush you into forgetting with new kisses I allow tears to […]
Poetry
Summer 2004
Death and I
From the Croatian. Death is not outside of me. She is in me from the very beginning: growing with me at every moment One day I halt but she […]
Poetry
Summer 2004
Burning
From the Croatian. Blood drains down the western sky and from burst pomegranates in the garden But evening hails from the east with a blue face and the west pales, […]