There are women who are horses, there are women who are ships. There are men who are horses, there are women who are fish. Children whirl like helicopters, evading every kiss. And dogs who like lobster into butter can be… Read More ›
I had come to see my retinal specialist. The place gets more like a factory with every passing what? Quarterly earnings report? In between the generally unnecessary but billable examinations with new machines They had me wait on a chair… Read More ›
English versions may be found below the French. Ces cinq petits poèmes ont été rédigés très tôt un matin après avoir pris le train à travers les Alpes depuis Genève et dîné dans un restaurant du quartier Città Studi de… Read More ›
[Debajo del texto en inglés se encuentra una versión en prosa española] . . . la obtención de capital, lo cual se consigue en parte al no pagar al trabajador lo que en realidad vale su labor. — From the… Read More ›
Translations into English prose appear at the end. Estos cuatro poemas fueron escritos durante una estancia reciente en San José y, al hablar de fenómenos locales, probablemente tendrán más sentido para los residentes de esa ciudad o para los visitantes… Read More ›
“Why does everyone look so unhappy!” Bursting with heroin, a New York lady Makes her presence known, boarding the subway. “People, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day!” Stumbling with sacks into a nearby seat, She mumbles about how she’ll live on… Read More ›
In a New York Belgian restaurant a woman’s coat lies open on the floor. She has just slept through the most important meeting of her life. An art dealer is waiting for money from Turkey and talking heatedly into… Read More ›
