But from time to time it does exist. Something like a stray lash under the eyelid
trying to catch its last breath.
Tag: translation
ONE POEM – Anne Gill
In lattie we held martinis,
un-clobbered each other –
left our cats on the floor in nishta.
What Jesus Wrote – Robert Boucheron
Robert Boucheron grew up in Syracuse and Schenectady, NY. He has worked as an architect in New York City and Charlottesville, VA. His short stories and essays appear in Bangalore Review, Fiction International, The Fiction Pool, Litro, London Journal of Fiction, New Haven Review, Short Fiction. What Jesus Wrote A passage in the Gospel of John, Chapter 8: 3-11,…
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