Love in a Time of Terror: An Interview with David Biespiel

Republic Caféby David BiespielUWP 201981 pages DAVID BIESPIEL is the author of six volumes of poetry, two memoirs, two essay collections, and is...
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Nora Iuga

And suddenly I saw comrade Weed get up fast in the moonlight, and I heard a Jesus-fuckin’-Christ immediately muffled by the mat-lined earthen walls. That’s when I made out my friend’s greenish, frozen face, her eyelids lowered, her mouth gasping for air like a fish in an aquarium without water.

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