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Four Hours, by Yannick Murphy

Salt from his margarita sat on his lips. A grain had wound up on his face, sitting in one…

The Religious Mood “Where does religious feeling come from? From the fact there is a world.” —Simone Weil —Beginning…

Left alone, an empty jug will replenish, so it has been written; mirrors will cast flashes from one’s past;…

iDeath My father was driven to Drink and Despair in a donkey cart. Other men had died there, and the…

Translations by George Szirtes A Dream of Colored Inks By Dezső Kosztolányi Yellow is my favorite. How many letters…

Translated by Karen Gernant Not until dawn did the noise subside and all turned quiet. Tide fell asleep. He…

Behind the Discount City Pelucid, limpid, scarified in tinsel flitch, a drove of damsel flies roves the standing ditch glancing…

Writing Is Remembering But not remembering the past. It is remembering the future. How do you know a word…

“A dead hare appears, just like in a fairy tale…” —Joseph Beuys You might know me as Joseph Beuys’s…

1: Frame 22, 2007 Our clouded heads dissolve to cloud. Some boy— enthralled by giant birds—jigs and stomps in pools…