Night Train Terminations geen richtlijn

geen richtlijn

I went to The Poetry Project when I had poems

Critical Quarterly

The Naif lives in a practiced state of naivety—a language-fasted

Gass's On Being Blue

Night Train Terminations geen richtlijnA. L. Snijders (trans. Lydia Davis) This morning at 11: 30, in the full sun, I go up into the hayloft where I haven't been for years. I climb over boxes and shelving, and open the door. A frightened owl flies straight at me, dead quiet, as quiet as a shadow can fly, I look into his eyes he's a large owl, it's not strange that I'm frightened too, we frighten each other. I myself thought that owls never move in the daytime. What the owl thinks about me,