Alain Fabre-Catalan

  Deserts, deserts do you ache from my vig­il? Tomor­row God will arrive in you. Here I approach from his depths.     [trans­lat­ed from ser­bian to eng­lish by herself]

  Some­times on the edge between silk and glass I see the Cre­ator being seduced by birds from : your dream.     And I imag­ine a world sus­pend­ed on shad­ows and glac­i­ers.   [trans­lat­ed from […]

NO, IT WASN’T RAINING, THUS SPOKE CASSANDRA   Cas­san­dra comes from the world of mur­murs. A god­dess now being in her body and the trace of Apol­lo’s kiss on her lips, she, the mortal […]

  How long will I trav­el through this body, how many more white and how many blue des­tinies will I under­go, how many ban­dages, how much gauze, how much of the ster­ile God? How […]

THE TENTH, I DARE NOT SAY WHO THAT MIGHT BE   I reveal the tenth out of nine mys­te­ri­ous mag­i­cal­ly lost things: Your image from which Your eyes have van­ished and the con­tours of […]

Née en 1960 à Ere­van, Sona Van habite depuis plusieurs années à Los Angeles.

  s’il est vrai que tout être dans sa vie devient un jour prophète aujour­d’hui c’est mon jour… drogués et alcooliques hommes et femmes putes et vierges croy­ants et incroy­ants vous qui tout nus […]

Paige Tag­gart is the author of three chap­books: DIGITAL MACRAMÉ (Poor Clau­dia), Polaroid Parade (Grey­ing Ghost Press), and The Ice Poems (Dou­ble­Cross Press). She was a 2009 New York Foun­da­tion of the Arts grant […]

  no sac­ri­fi­cial lamb tonight an anthro­po­mor­phic bend a steel light that I punch holes out in the dark of the dark­ness I am nest­ing blank traces of becom­ing moon my strati­topi­cal corpse […]

  rea­son with me oth­er mam­malian half when we went to the muse­um you walked around the tomb while I crawled over it seri­ous secu­ri­ty guards swept me away but you still did it […]