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#010 Literary Echoes
'EMPTINESS-SING HER THE BLUES, 2015' by DURA Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down...
#010 Literary Echoes
'EMPTINESS-SING HER THE BLUES, 2015' by DURA Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down...
#009 Literary Echoes
'THE LIGHTHOUSE' BY NINA GOLDSMITH ‘At that season those who had gone down to pace the beach and ask of the sea and sky what message they reported or what...
#009 Literary Echoes
'THE LIGHTHOUSE' BY NINA GOLDSMITH ‘At that season those who had gone down to pace the beach and ask of the sea and sky what message they reported or what...
#008 Literary Echoes
'TIGER LILI' BY CLEMENCE GASTAN ‘Bringing up the rear, the place of greatest danger, comes Tiger Lily, proudly erect, a princess in her own right. She is the most beautiful...
#008 Literary Echoes
'TIGER LILI' BY CLEMENCE GASTAN ‘Bringing up the rear, the place of greatest danger, comes Tiger Lily, proudly erect, a princess in her own right. She is the most beautiful...
#007 Literary Echoes
'UNTITLED (LEGS)' BY SONJA DE GRAAF 'I could of course visualize Lolita with hallucinational lucidity; and nursing as I did a tingle on my breastbone at the exact spot her...
#007 Literary Echoes
'UNTITLED (LEGS)' BY SONJA DE GRAAF 'I could of course visualize Lolita with hallucinational lucidity; and nursing as I did a tingle on my breastbone at the exact spot her...
#006 Literary Echoes
'LEI IN PALLORE CERCÒ L'ARIA SEGRETA' ('SHE IN PALENESS SOUGHT THE SECRET AIR') BY FABIANO GAGLIANO ‘The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks, All but the youngest....
#006 Literary Echoes
'LEI IN PALLORE CERCÒ L'ARIA SEGRETA' ('SHE IN PALENESS SOUGHT THE SECRET AIR') BY FABIANO GAGLIANO ‘The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks, All but the youngest....
#005 Literary Echoes
'TEMPUS FUGIT 28' BY ANNA MCNEIL ‘They slept on the abyss without a surge— The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The moon, their mistress, had expir’d...
#005 Literary Echoes
'TEMPUS FUGIT 28' BY ANNA MCNEIL ‘They slept on the abyss without a surge— The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The moon, their mistress, had expir’d...