Tag: Alpini Gionatan
Elizabeth Power – Dust
It takes half a week to write about a woman with a shoe fetish, but I persist. The smell of leather, low slung heels...
Elizabeth Power – The Burning of the Women of Cong
T’were well we met and wet the times
Before the pogrom started
T’were circle light that eased our plight
And made our futures certain.
Twere often got at...
Alexander Shurbanov – Waiting for Schliemann
Everything I’ve written
has its whereabouts
in spacetime.
Not a word is invented,
not a sound.
If one day a Schliemann
rakes the dust of the ages,
Troy the unconquerable
will...
Órla Foyle – Dorothea in the Land of Black and White...
The white girl looks over at our table. She is waiting for chowder soup while her mother waits for fish and chips....
Órla Foyle – Italian Nuns
In Kenya, we knew Italian nunswho snapped chicken necksand swung pig sausage from thekitchen rafters.They smelled of soup and incenseand dug their...
Órla Foyle – I Saw Beckett The Other Day
I saw Beckett the other dayin the doorway of that caféwhere you took his photograph.
You know the onewhen he looked up at...
Gertrude Stein – Johnny Grey
What did he say. I was disagreeing with him.
He said he didn't have it by his side.
He said.
Hurry.
Eat it.
I am not going to talk...
Celeste Augé – How I Learnt to be Jewish
The thing is, the reality of being a teen activist is very different to how I pictured it when I was eleven. It mostly...
Celeste Augé – Things You Find Out
There are things you find out: not all homeless people sleep on the street. Some sleep in B&Bs, some in hostels, some in hotels....
Mitko Gogov – [just a little prayer] *
when you’re silent, you say the most,
when you dream, you see the most.
elephants wake to the orchestra inside you
- for the first time the...
