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Miriam Bonetti – Central coffee bar

The Central was the historical bar in town, situated like a breach in the walls that surrounded the square along with an agonizing greengrocer’s...

Mattia Di Carlo – Bass Riff

Some of my new neighbors are listening to Talking Heads. Who the hell is pumping up David Byrne & co. at ten in the...

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Antonia Buizza – Angela

“Angela, don’t run: you know that after you are going to have a sore throat”.“Ok, mum, I’m coming”.Mother and daughter went back...

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Gertrude Stein – Johnny Grey

What did he say. I was disagreeing with him. He said he didn't have it by...

Kate Chopin – Désirée’s Baby

As the day was pleasant, Madame Valmondé drove over to L’Abri to see Désirée and...

T. S. Eliot – Eeldrop and Appleplex

I Eeldrop and Appleplex rented two small rooms in a disreputable part of town. Here they...
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James Baldwin – The Blind Men and the Elephant

There were once six blind men who stood by the road-side every day, and begged...

Joseph Conrad – The Lagoon

The white man, leaning with both arms over the roof of the little house in...

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Barbara Ungar – PRIVILEGE (or, WHY WE CALL THE LAKE BDE MAKA SKA)

I am swimming on this hot May day on a deserted beach in my white skin I...

Tom Phillips – Poetry is the new rock’n’roll

None of us really wants it, do we? Poetry is the new rock’n’roll – the fame, the...

Tom Phillips

Tom Phillips was born in Buckinghamshire in 1964. He is a freelance writer and guest...

Barbara Ungar – Dear Bill

Isn’t it great not being dead yet you’d say and giggle. Is it great being dead too? Lucky, Whitman...

Barbara Ungar – Venus with a Mirror

after Titian Love expects her own radiance to last forever.            Her large soft body, doughy belly and...