Category: Free Space

  • Not for this selfish giant…by G. Mramor

    A chain of clouds like peaks so unreal, beneath a yellow moon who breathes a pale green and love is passing. Who sits on the river and breaks with the river and moves in pieces, up the town like streaks of fire on the lie and mountain or cloud all around and love is passing.…

  • I who make with water…by G. Mramor

    With my hands I cut the valley and raise up the earth beyond the clouds. A whisper and the flues meet icy black at the falls. A shout and the land spreads. A cry and the ocean snaps wave rove upon wave. My heavy cough makes sharp the cliffs and the smoke from my lips…

  • To erase all sound…by G. Mramor

    The girls are crying on the seaboard. They swing from ropes and bash into boards, their small fat breasts half bare, clawing at their throats. The water cuts black and makes no sound. Behind the hill across the way the sun sets a waving dread behind Saint Stephen’s stand. The clouds are still, whole bodies…

  • ‘along the happenstance of thought’ by phillipe chatelain

    ‘along the happenstance of thought’ by phillipe chatelain

    along the happenstance of thought do thoughts drown while asleep like a shark in place! the light doesn’t reach them completely. they float