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One Poem in Italian by Angela Caputo with English Translation by Bruce Hunter
NEL VOLTO DELLA GUERRA Dipinge il pittore l’ombra bruciante del male. Attaccano tanti cobra dalle fauci spalancate un volto senza armatu...
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Hung Before I Am Heard I am gagged. Live on other people’s terms. I have no voice. I try to speak. They shut me up. Be gra... -
Data Crunchers II - IV II Inside the computations there’s an assimilation of the very self-ness of self; it exposes corruptions... -
Priestess Nazca Hair, Peru – the skull of a woman, possibly a priestess, with hair still attached, from approximately 200 BCE. The hair ... -
Dream of the Homeplace The oaks regrown, cornfields stretching to woods, hickory standing, unstruck by lightning. Slam of the ... -
Presence of Being The slight ring of the back porch chimes resonates through the air tingling sensate neurons that enable emotional and sp... -
Frogs "Grow grass, stone frogs," written on bathroom walls. Hippie beads, oodles colourful acid pills in dress... -
John Kucera Exposed As Serial Plagiarist Plagiarism by John Kucera. I have been informed by Gabriel Ehri, the executive director of F... -
A sidereal timetable To the best of my — admittedly — limited knowledge, there are something like seven trillion galaxies in ... -
THE CHANGELING By Ursula O’Reilly. My grandmother had a distinct talent for storytelling. She would sit beside the open fire... -
The Soft Machine Faultlines. Call- igraphies of longing. Some- times feldspar. Young girls on cellphones con- gregate ou...
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