Volume 8, Issue 3
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He slipped away from the Paidotribe’s stern gaze / And ran through green meadows, chasing winged souls— / Cicadas, ants, bees, golden beetles. / With…
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Volume 8, Issue 3
He slipped away from the Paidotribe’s stern gaze / And ran through green meadows, chasing winged souls— / Cicadas, ants, bees, golden beetles. / With…
Volume 8, Issue 2
(Caravaggio painted The Beheading of St John in gratitude for his passaggio (or admission) into the / Knights of Malta in 1607) / When a tragedy…
Volume 8, Issue 2
A portrait designed exclusively to flatter: / the Grand Master of the Order of Malta, / rivet-plated, fully armoured, more stag beetle / than man, human…
Volume 8, Issue 2
I painted the light out of Christ / now I’ve broken the night’s code / gutted the Gospels at a stroke / reduced to a single cell / I’m a swan carved in…
Volume 8, Issue 2
“A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he fell into the hands of robbers.
Volume 8, Issue 2
On the walk to Hasu Gyoza, sun / Flaring over wires, above the / Irrelevance of a church spire, concrete wall / Sun-blackened by striations, I’m thinking…
Volume 8, Issue 2
Barbie doll, your feet were destined / for those sky-high heels, / extremities so arched and ever bending, / but plastic feet / as dainty as yours are /…
Volume 8, Issue 2
When it came to classroom projects / And the teacher asked students / To choose whomever they wanted / To be on a team with, I was / Either picked / Dead…
Volume 8, Issue 2
The evening stars / Are mute witnesses / To passers-by / On cobblestone road, / The lights in / The café terrace / And nearby tenements / And chic…
Volume 8, Issue 2
My mind is like a fogbank, / more so now that I am in my ninth decade, / less than it will be in a few years. / Sometimes I can’t recall the names / of…