To Lilia Lardone Summer was ending. The air already smelled like smoke, but it still looked clear, sunny. The...
Ode to Venice Before the Sea of Theaters (from Arde el mar, 1966) The false cups, the poison,...
siphoning habitual catalogue of the day, intro ft. blossom fallen from a gated property and crisping on the...
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