Translator’s Note: Lőrinc Szabó is one of the giants of the Hungarian literary scene of the mid-20th century. He often invoked his children Klara and..
“I’m afraid you will not smokemy meaning…”-John Keats Thursday morning he moved himself out of bedbefore any light broke throughthe already broken shadeand stood in..
In fact, we barely knew your slim thicketof zip codes could be so easily shruggedfrom memory, there wasn’t even a backseat side-eye.We don’t belong to..
The bat carries starson the undersidesof her wings. Her head is the tipof galaxyher body a velvetcometshattering nightwith its jagged arcof flight. Her thumbs &..
Autumn starts when the trees give up drinking.An appointment is madein the ditch of Lake Meadand the hairy hands,tented on mahogany,speak calmly,which can only augur..