Three poems by Anna Veprinska

Here, a clothesline, a slender horizontal pedestrian with a duty to dry, flapping its crooked teeth in the wind.   Severe allergic reaction, a religion my skin succumbed to, worshipped as it swelled with its own saints: the body penned a book while I itched it. The book was titled, The Unbearable.   Land perforatedContinue reading “Three poems by Anna Veprinska”