Robert CastagnaApr 251 minCold Gin by Robert CastagnaWho's the guy at the end of the bar shooting me with darts? I tilt my glass in his direction yet he looks through me with hatred. Have I...
Robert CastagnaApr 251 minAntique Shop by Robert CastagnaTheir granddaughter still hunts for secrets in the amputated hands of antique figures. And in her shop the mannequins play along, their...
Robert CastagnaApr 251 minInhospitable Stranger by Robert CastagnaWe walk the steps to old cots and photos. Paul Eluard tells us to stop and not touch. Play softly on ourselves delicate egos. Flowers in...
Tiago Duarte DiasApr 211 minsome days I can’t write poetry by Tiago Duarte Diassome days I can’t write poetry: streets are only utilitarian grey concrete. flowers are only pollinated plant genitals. the world I’m in...