To You by Walt Whitman

WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,   I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet…

55//FICTIONS#5

“555-3310” A frantic flutter of punchdrunk fingers crossing numbers one by one. “Pick up, pick up, pick up, please…” The cat stretches itself against the…

55//FICTIONS#4

(“EVERYTHING”) It was the sign that set the whole thing in motion. (“YOU KNOW”) I kept repeating the words all day, all week. On scraps…

Velkommen tilbage Anne

Genlæste lige mit yndlingsdigt af Anne Carson. En af de niogtyve tangoer som netop udgør hendes essay om skønheden og ægteskabet, fordi begge dele altid…