Seeing all that was good in the land…by G. Mramor

Seeing all that was good in the land…by G. Mramor

Because I was there for the parting of the lakes and I saw the sun swallowed up by a whale and yet I stood transfixed as fires from sunset ran into houses dorming families thrown together in stitches from the war's end and I watched muted as trees bludgeoned the ends of houses till they [...]

On the morning of oblivion…by G. Mramor

On the morning of oblivion…by G. Mramor

On the morning of oblivion I rise with the mourning star. I move through the crowds and let our shoulders bump, our hands touch, our eyes wonder. In the park light dazzles children climbing hills, dashing fields, running the jungle gyms lords of all.  And in the cafes hairy legs and summer dresses, grizzly beards [...]

From the hall of government…by G. Mramor

From now on the land is burnt and skeletons go dragging their skin in tow from one bluff to another ridge to a hill halved and a mountain tumbled in ruins hollowed homes, harried and mutant creatures boiled and crisp hunger behind rodent children mottled and blind squealing and quarreling with limbs, dunes agape mirages vivid crucifixions and [...]