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by Mitchell Grabois The sensei had given her a Buddha name: Moon Pillow, which I thought suited her pretty good, though I can’t explain why, but it had something to do with Cat Steven’s song, “Moon Shadow.” If I ever lose my mouth all my teeth go north and south If I ever lose my […]
by Mitchell Grabois 1. After Tu and I made love, I fell asleep and dreamt I was running along the edge of a swamp. I knew I should be in the trees but there I was, exposed, sloshing through mud and water. Leeches sucked the flesh of my legs chest neck. They were my confederates, […]
Words best left unkissed on a dry martini words best left unkissed on a dry martini, still, I will unlock my door’s latch for the woman who hid behind the Chanel red rouge, and whose lips chiseled my grief on her desert-scorched crescendos,
Grief in Perspective we drive back from the hospital, and I can’t talk anymore, he wants to talk. I nod my head at all the appropriate moments, smile, laugh, agree. he seems happy to talk about mundane things, the weather his mother, my parents, how weird it’ll be to go back to work […]
[fragment from the novel “A Psychop’s Notebook” (in Romanian: “Caietul Psihopatului”), Herg Benet Publishers, 2015] by Ștefan Bolea translated by Ana-Maria Văduva [MTTLC] click pentru versiunea română 13th April, 1998 (Cluj) Cowards, the key to the human spirit is self-loathing! Six months since I gave up smoking. I need to expiate for my pain. Death is […]
by Eidolon come to think of it maybe I was just an unhappy teenage boy in San Francisco being led by my overlarge lawyer’s briefcase over the foggy hills from home to school to home
by Mircea Pricăjan translated by Adrian Bucur [MTTLC] click pentru versiunea română He couldn’t have said that he had a good memory of when he had entered a church for the first time and, after all, it didn’t matter, for he had certainly been taken there in his youth, by his mother, perhaps during Easter, […]
I Dream in Breathless night. My body smothered in darkness, radiates a solid that should not be. I struggle against invisible ropes more stagnant than my skin, inhale the smoke generated by imaginary friction. Sadly, I know there is no hope of bursting into salvatory flames. A Fly Buzzed […]
Delirium tremens All that is useless All that is banned All that gets thrown away All found in the Delirium minds of the deranged. All Raw Unprocessed
Song as Axiomatic Password Driving in rain, radio on, Moby’s Mistake, the slow start redolent of regret then the beat insistent as grief swoops, leaves me depleted. I could have died a dozen deaths but lived. Wrenched apart by a song. A song? Edge of night I heard the iron cries of trams […]