Anon goes for a walk

by Mario Șerban “to be – a doomful madness with crippling despair. to exist – a professedly everlasting hesitation” When random thoughts remind him how he used to feign kindness, the more ominous his psyche becomes. To be satisfied… what a pity Anon thinks that is. An individual lying to himself unconsciously. Pretending long enough […]

poems by Patrick Hurley

[Non-Euclidean Shapes] picture tides and crowded landscapes of isolation   the flag of the desultory conquerors has fallen   insects of chance and empty space eat away at the remaining fibers   the unnamed portion of the night invites all manner of phenomena   discarded objects are mapping a surface where no surface was before […]

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