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  • 36.

    A woman was choked by a metal shackle

  • 3:14 PM

    This blue pen I am holding

  • 1945

    The winter trees offer no shade no shelter.

  • 05-08 | 07-03 | 07-24 Three from The Ringing of the Rain has a Forgiving Grace

    We all become the raindrops’ filling in the blanks

  • [There was the way his mother]

    There was the way his mother called him baby-faced that made me defensive.

  • [The Porcupine Left Its Hovel]

    The porcupine left its hovel

  • [I encircle you] translated by Sasha Dugdale

    I encircle you as a zone of mountains, granite corona

  • [from the volume 4 A.M. Domestic Cantos, Casa de editură Max Blecher, 2015]

    There will be people and they will push the world further.

  • (Blessed Are) They Who Preserve

    These glass jars are houses for little Human Acts.

  • (…) | In Your Land

    Let your heart beat like a gnat in an autumn lamp,

  • “October, and the sun burnishes”

    October, and the sun burnishes the leaves so brightly you

  • “Flüchtige monde” / “fugitive moons” translated from the German by Joscha Klueppel

    mountains recall their flock of birds. the dear birds,