“Abracadabra” by Christina Marable
The man I loved as my grandfather was a tall, strong, broad-shouldered man who carried a fake ear in his back pocket. With his indigo …
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The man I loved as my grandfather was a tall, strong, broad-shouldered man who carried a fake ear in his back pocket. With his indigo …
I sat and held the world’s coldest hand.One whose skin had been taken by ice. The palm of a dried …
It’s not smoggy like they say it is in London, at least I don’t think so, but the River Thames is filthier than I had …
This one’s a very special post. We’re presenting to you the work of the highly accomplished Albanian Poet Irsa Ruçi, both translated, and in its …