This translation is from the French version of the poem, “Musique de Granit,” which was translated from the original Bulgarian by Nicole Laurent-Catrice in collaboration with the author. Before I  [More…]

More than thirteen years passed before Robin understood it wasn’t her leaving Paolo took as betrayal, but the light touch she gave to his groin outside a party. In front  [More…]

And blood, not soil, fuels the earth.

This poem is made of
100% reused characters,
recycled words.
It’s ego-friendly.
Its author is a golem
made of fibres and minerals
listed on cereal-box sides.

And then the summer night was straw,
all gathered together and the light
could not get through. I thought
of someone, I was always thinking
of someone that summer. Would he
come to see me, with deer antlers
held above his head and torn belt-loops
on his jeans?