...as far away from myself as I can go...

 Iris Schomaker









Ko. machiyama










 zichao hou




Yves Crenn

What little wind there is, cold
A car passes, unknown passengers
The temporary warming light
Soon gone disappeared
Hand fishing for keys in pockets
Through a door into shade
The empty streets replaced 

Peter Ilsted

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before

Henri Lebasque







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1. line - t. s. eliot
2. line - m.holloway
3. line- EDGAR ALLAN POE

Strictly speaking I believe I’ve never been anywhere.

Steven Outram 



Ana Bustelo



Maira Kalman











cressida campbell 

Bach is more like opening an ember

And digging hard into the heart of fire.

The heart of fire is another fire.

When it comes to Mozart, just say nothing.

Think of it as milk, and drink it slowly.

Slowly you will taste the cream of angels.

Giovanni Boldini 





 The hard thing’s to sit without being noticed.

Everything else will come easy. Three sips

and the impulse returns to sit thinking alone.

Against the buzzing backdrop of noise

everything fades...

Dick Ket

Pavel Tchelitchew










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title - Samuel Beckett
1. line - howard moss
2. line - c. pavese
3. line - KARL KIRCHWEY

Irrealis moods

hope gangloff

“You wake up one morning and there it is, 
sitting in an old plaid bathrobe in your kitchen, 
unpleasant and unshaved. 
You look at it, heart sinking. Madness is a rotten guest.” 





Ellen Heck

 Because my tongue 

 spoke harshly, I said: 

 Make it dust. 

                   And yet 

 it was not death, but 

 her body in its green dress 

 I longed for. 

Duncan Hannah






...cracked in the twisted

aftermath of a smile. Even without glasses,

he remembers her in high style: magnanimously

coming down the blue & violet threads of night,

her green dress clashing with the bathroom tile.

Barnaby Whitfield


somaye ashtari




donna malone









liu chenyang








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1. line - Marya Hornbacher
2. line - gregory orr
3. line - a.matejka