Wednesday 21 February 2018

Rhino and Scylla

Theodore Worozbyt

  IN THE BELLY   Soft gobs of blue-edged flame dropped like blood, like living light, from the jug at the end of a stick he was waving...
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Arthur Vogelsang

Arthur Vogelsang

I motion the black beggar at the intersection into my car. / We drive along and interrupt each other. / He doesn’t know he’s going to Burbank but he is...

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