Balloon(s) Talk:
Jim Fletcher Interviews Rafael Sanchez

  Feature Image (above): Rafael Sánchez, Bedtime-story, 1993. Photo by Claire Barnier.   BESIDE THE BED Someone has shut the...
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Ana Luisa Amaral

I left a book / on a park bench: / how foolish

Joshua Weiner

Black shadow hangs over the dust of my beloved; / So I turned myself into dust, but the shadow left me behind.

D.E. St. John

During my father’s sermons, I would read / about my namesake and the men he killed.

Colette Nys-Mazure

One must not leave a woman alone in the garden.

Korana Serdarevic

He’s convinced that she secretly feeds on that sorrow, that she dips her fingers in it just like a child dips their fingers in a marmalade, after which she appears in front of him with her face twisted, disgusted with herself.

Ronald Donn

I hold her hand like a telephone. / She tells a joke she’s never heard.

Spomenka Stimec

The army wanted my brother to report the next day at nine o’clock. The draft card covered up the ladies with their long skirts at the evening cabaret. France cabarets its nights away. I was born here, where a different program is in store.

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