Archives for October, 2004

Oct
25
2004

It was Monday morning, maybe that’s what started the fight over all the pies. Like always, everybody was sitting around

Posted in Fiction, USA

Oct
11
2004

How to navigate the river of a son named David at the hot time of day is what we want

Posted in Poetry, USA

Oct
11
2004

They met where the south marched north, where crosses sullenly blaze and men shoot guns. We drove in silent marvel

Posted in Poetry, USA

Oct
11
2004

In the dead of night, my hands hit the face of the drum Every beat tears my skin, calling for

Posted in Poetry, USA

Oct
04
2004

Translated from Bulgarian by: Ivailo Dagnev “And what happened in the end?” No reply. Silence froze again over their heads

Posted in Bulgaria, Fiction