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Walking Poets: Novoneyra and Jonathan Williams

I have two books in front of me, both of them strange in shape:  Novoneyra’s Os Eidos and Jonathan Williams’s Blues&Roots.  Os Eidos is squat.  Its green spine calls to me from the bookshelf, an inch lower than its neighbours … Continue reading

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Berta Piñán- In Memoriam

You come to me. You know all the corners of this house, the plenitude of the air when winter attacks and we remain alone who came alone. From what strange province, from what absurd season of ashes and rain do … Continue reading

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