Jitka N. Srbova

  MY DAUGHTER MARCHES THROUGH THE FOREST   I. My daughter marches through the forest. She can’t do it herself, so she uses my...
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Jiri Kolar

Sit down at the table / and clear your mind / Take a pen / and write your beloved’s first name / across a whole sheet of blank paper

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