Mood | A poem by Petya Dubarova, 1962-79
Eugen Felix Prosper Bracht , Gathering Storm The whole sky stumbled on a cloud,And tumbled like a temple dome.Then like...
Eugen Felix Prosper Bracht , Gathering Storm The whole sky stumbled on a cloud,And tumbled like a temple dome.Then like...
Georgi Gospodinov, Time Shelter, 2020 “Somewhere in the Andes, they believe to this very day that the future is behind...
Petya Dubarova On Saturdays I'm unappreciated - wild, flexible, and lively as a lynx. And tiredness, having turned into a...
Petya Dubarova On chilly night, when drunk on rum,sleep wallows in my attic room,the moon grows darker from its sins,when,...