Millipede
“now I want to return,/ return to that alerted night,/ when you walked on my face/ with a thousand legs like a millipede,/ as if you owned the place…” Weekend poem, by Jeremy Freedman.
Read More“now I want to return,/ return to that alerted night,/ when you walked on my face/ with a thousand legs like a millipede,/ as if you owned the place…” Weekend poem, by Jeremy Freedman.
Read More“…after a while the pictures started climbing off the walls of the exhibition room and stretched until they had as many dimensions as they needed. Four, because they didn’t want to live for ever.” By Zsuzsa Selyem, translated from Hungarian by Erika Mihálycsa.
Read More“In July 1966,/ weeping and wailing was heard/ from Cherry Grove to Corneille Estates…” Weekend poem, by Jeremy Freedman.
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