March 1, 2016
[What’s one of your dead telling you,]
From the Romanian. What’s one of your dead telling you, the dearest, the most beloved among the dead, when your heart lets you dream him: “Dear, it’s already started […]
March 1, 2016
Sunset
In this vulnerable, resting, sunset light the eye is thickened with shadow, deepened by absence. Things hang in space, ground down by being seen, transparent— and the mode they exist […]
March 1, 2016
Introduction: Poetry in Transylvania
Sibiu, Romania, is an ancient city, one of seven walled citadel-cities built in the twelfth century by the Germanic Saxons. It’s a gorgeous place, modern and ancient at once, nestled […]
March 1, 2016
Painkillers and Sleeping Pills
From the Ukranian. From the city that never lets you sleep,which caresses so sweetly and presses so harshly,friends asked for so many different things: sauces, cameras,cosmetics, some fucking mosaic,telephones, seeds, […]
March 1, 2016
Rules of Making Love
When you were here days used to pass over us without touching, like a herd of bees Inside me, a pack of wolves running to the sea, a book not […]
March 1, 2016
Tourniquet
1. Would This Were Would this were the weary quiet of a medicated nap. Would I could watch the insides of eyelids while sleeping, my world blind as a bundle […]