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For Hera, For Baba   The child falls asleepto the sound of the newsin Arabicin Aramaic.Prime minister decided tofuckon your…

To the land of cemeteries We went, Under rain Dispatching Rainbows that end abruptly. Led by a body charioted by…

A woman, who was mentally disturbed, walked past me today muttering.   She said (I think to me),   “Fuck…

We communists are dead men on leave. Eugene Leviné The clutter-smog of the desert-sky gallops And this sadness: mountains of…

You’ve seen it on TV, heard it on the newsAbout the long, white-faced black-eyed killerProwling Philly alleys in black van…

It means a walk with Nauf up a carpet like new-mowed grassjeweled by flood lights to swathes of sapphire, emerald,ruby…

And you told me, Let's rearrange our fears So we can build a room To dance away the night. So…

It is the intensity of longing for the Guest that does all the work. - Malik Kabir Yes, you think as…

bring me to Larissa, no other garden town can be more merciful bring me to Santa Catalina bring me to…

And this is when men first learnt to walk,And this is when they broke their feetWith the signature of the…