I first met William Burroughs in 1963. I was working for a now defunct literary magazine called Transatlantic Review...
It was a Sunday afternoon, siesta time: my phone buzzed in my pocket. ‘Is this Agustín Fernández Mallo?’ ‘Yes,...
Note for the following three poems: In 1965, a bottlenose dolphin christened Peter was the subject of a scientific...
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