Category: 077

Celeste Fine – “The Coma Patient”

The Coma Patient   The flowers died on a Monday. Though I thought their life vibrant on Sunday. They were given to me on Saturday. Though I didn’t see them till Tuesday. For I wasn’t there but here, Sleeping in the darkness.   ‘Cause the flowers were given to me on Saturday, And my mother Read More

Melissa Fu – “invitation to the monsoon”

invitation to the monsoon arrive at the dip in the day everywhere, a lull unfold differently – heedless, hushed assume a hidden dimension between salt and waves listen long: the sea bluffs shingle of shells, poker chip pebbles bring cinnamon tea and the chords of no moon at all Read More