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by Marcelo Medone In 1975, Borges confessed in a story to having received an infinite page book from a Scottish bible dealer who had obtained it “in the farthest regions of Bikaner”, trading it in exchange for several books that he had treasured as a good bibliophile. This book, called by Borges the Book of […]
by Z. I. Sadeq Take my hand Pentheus Together we’ll run through fields And swim in cool streams Laugh while the gilly fish bite our toes
[excerpt from a novel] by Layla Sabourian Tehran, 1984 Azadeh was comfortable financially, so she was the one that finally decided to take me to a psychiatrist. This was nearly unheard of in Iran, but it was a last resort for me. The ‘doctor’ was a man about fifty years old, with a salt and […]
by Rus Khomutoff TO EXIST BETWEEN ETERNITIES WILD NOTHING LIKE THE EYES OF THE SKY AXIS INFINITY DICTIONARY OF OBSCURE BLISS /COME FORWARD WITH YOUR VISCERA AND VIOLENCE AND SHARE MY WINGS/UNLEASH YOUR SPIRIT BENEATH THE RAMJET ALLEGRO TEMPLE OF THE NIGHT SKY A NEED FOR MIRRORS AND COUNTLESS SKIES/SHAKE YOUR INFINESSENCE SLOT CANYON HIGHBREATH […]
I chew gum in mathematics class Bloody Monday he came to my school aware that I can’t recover from the weekend
The forever poor parents The agony of child birth is second to none Noone is never willing to be barren Wealth,health all wordly materials does not define a parent The agony in childbirth is always a sweet pain for you
This Movie Heiress (is bequeathed her agency) “Yes, I have been taught by masters,” she says when her aunt asks her, “Can you be so cruel?” Indeed, cruelty becomes her like fizz
everything soft petals cushioned by lips the words fall from his mouth withering grey under office lights. slow. no reason to.
The Sunflower In My Father’s Garden As A Metaphor For The Return Of Our Ancestors. A Sunflower had sprouted out in my father’s garden in the morning, I showed it to him in the evening while we had walked through the garden. And my father told me that, it was a way of our […]
by Douglas Young For as long as he could recall, whenever Fitzhugh asked his Presbyterian grandmother if she and Granddaddy Rainwater were visiting that weekend, the reply never wavered. “Well, if the Lord’s willing.”