Midnight musings on resurrection day
If only our species had taken a different path Had not placed all bets
If only our species had taken a different path Had not placed all bets
I never did dwell in my language And neither does it dwell in me
For Karl Marx, on the 140th anniversary of his death What if my
The Gospel According to the Blue Caterpillar Lord Praise and Heed the Word of
Traduzione dell’articolo a cura di Anna Badkhen apparso in inglese in Emergence Magazine . Traduzione
The failing uterus of light Grieves its impotence As stars gnashing their teeth Succumb to
What the prevailing winds disclosed for baby Aya What the prevailing winds disclosed: That
Four magpies – What does it mean? Three on the left, one to the
It’s not the oxytocin “Monogamous rodents don’t need love molecule to pair up”