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#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...
#004 Literary Echoes
'AUTUMN BLOOMS' BY JULIE-ANN SIMPSON ‘O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,...
#004 Literary Echoes
'AUTUMN BLOOMS' BY JULIE-ANN SIMPSON ‘O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,...
#003 Literary Echoes
'COME BACK SOON 2' BY LIAM SYMES ‘Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer utters itself. So, a woman will lift her head from the sieve of her hands...
#003 Literary Echoes
'COME BACK SOON 2' BY LIAM SYMES ‘Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer utters itself. So, a woman will lift her head from the sieve of her hands...