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Alex Dimitrov

And today is a thread I’ve had in my mouth for too long.Its color has dissolved on my tongue. It no longer remembers the fabric it came from,it no longer wants to remember at all. — Alex Dimitrov, closing lines to “Like a Letter, I’m Never Coming Back,” The Paris-American (August 24-30, 2012)

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Kapka Kassabova

And it’s a relief, or a small death, to be standing, dressed in the simplicity of night, for once not crumpled by ecstasy, anticipation or senseless joy. Silently, you greet the ocean, this pliant metaphor for anything we feel at a given time. As of tonight, you ascribe to it no meaning, no truth, no… Continue reading Kapka Kassabova

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