Platform for exophonic writers
“I would keep a diary in “the other language”: English when I lived in France, French when I lived in America. This led me to…
Heavy rain. The sea, Suddenly troubled, struggles To read its own face. What a drag! My heart Broken beyond repair, when I should “just relax.” …
Tonight is heartache and black teeth like charcoal wrapped pearls. It’s hollow heartspace and empty hands, like hands / that once held branches of flowers…