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In Memory of M./M. emlékére
“Am I a coward? I commune with death every day./ I’m more afraid of people….” Poem of the Week (April 13), by Zsuzsa Takács, translated from Hungarian by Erika Mihálycsa.
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Read More“It was three in the morning. The wings/ of two black moths brushed across my face…” By Zsuzsa Takács, translated from Hungarian by Erika Mihálycsa.
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