Saturday 23 September 2017

JM4

Jennifer Moore

    When sunlight becomes an object, my echo creates a hole in sound: a thousand doors, many handshakes of air. Like the snapping...
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Bursa

Andrzej Bursa

Now I felt rested, strong, young and independent. Whistling, I ran to the bathroom. I would have loved a bath but unfortunately the bathtub was filled with the corpse.

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