poems by Tanya Verver
Jeder stirbt für sich allein I tell a tale, you tell a lie Doch jeder stirbt für sich allein In the last tale, your soul for sale The truth you stood for no good
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Jeder stirbt für sich allein I tell a tale, you tell a lie Doch jeder stirbt für sich allein In the last tale, your soul for sale The truth you stood for no good
The kids of my year So there they are – not in alphabetical order but in three rows by height –
My dreamed hedgehog. The new-Celtic elegy according to Mr. Paweł Markiewicz I lost the cute hedgehog in last summer. I can just only dream overnight – mourn. The amaranthine body lay on grass.
The Day God Disappeared “You can pretend you talk to Him But He ain’t here He’s gone.” You’re here. The day sunny and windless – rare during the winter. Carrion birds stalk lower and lower, suddenly sail up, then
Cat’s Act I spend my time in a tavern named the Lemon Melon, overlooks Sunset Inlet,
Mystery of life and death I went to the kingdom of fundamental particles my body being so coarse I sent my mind in I found they have rhythm of life.
by Kevin Johnson Murillo Regent He cut the apple with an umbrella. The apple was shaped like a pear. Actually, it was a hat. An old lady was wearing it. She wasn’t pleased. Loud reproaches. The constable and his cronies swiftly arrested him before he could protest. Swoon of quick vehicles, headlights. Then not-so-quick vehicles. […]
by Bud R. Berkich Introduction: Carmilla (1872) by Sheridan LeFanu is a classic work of Victorian literature. But, is it classic vampire literature? This reader, after a careful study of the work, says “no.” In fact, not only is Carmilla not vampire literature, it really has nothing to do with vampires at all. Yes, it […]
Religionless The poor man with no religion, with nobody to tell him who his enemy is, or what label to be classified under, or what despotic leader there is to punish him
The Book Lady She travels with grace through the caverns of books, searching for the neglected,